resurrection rose
It wasn't one moment, or was it?
And there were so many that wrestled me to the ground
and so many that reinvented me
Years revealing the specks of stars
that smiled on the ragged and the mending
edges of me.
It feels cumulative, tho...
cobwebs in an oft times, neglected corner of our days
where the spider crawled up unnoticed, and observed;
a surreptitious winter activity;
spinning, producing, living.....
all the while, overlooked miracles
And I am more real because of their creeping
Because of their watchful eye.
But something broke the chains didn't it?
something outlined the defining hour
between yesterday and tomorrow...
setting in motion all the hidden future.
It wasn't one moment, or was it?
If it was it was the light,
the blinding, burning cleansing Light,
that threw It's arms around me
and a resurrection
Rose....