Petals glitter the ground.
Beauty trampled under feet. Wind and storm have ravaged the laughter.
It hurts my heart to see it so.
I love the beauty. The
newness. I inhale the freshness of life as laundry just removed from
the clothesline. I relish the cleanness, the unsullied. I cling to
the innocence. This is why spring is so dear to me.
When the beauty is trampled,
my heart aches. When wind and storm ravage. The freshness becomes
stale, even moldy. Innocence is sullied. Hopes are dashed. Again.
I glimpse afresh. New growth
appears. Where beauty reigned, life unfurls. Growth supplants beauty.
Trampled fertilizes the process.
Trampled fertilizes.
It is only as the innocence is
sullied, the freshness spoiled, that growth may come. Only when the
laughter is ravaged is life unfurled. Trampled beauty fertilizes new
life.
This is the truth I must
remember. Growth supplants beauty and trampled fertilizes. Here is
where hope is reborn.
…. but we also rejoice in
our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance;
perseverance, character; character, hope. Romans 5:3-4
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