My Prayer: "One Bud"

 

Father

 

One bud

full of promise, 

sits at the end of the branch of the cherry tree.

 

I know it won't be long till in full bloom,

it offers you the joy of its existence.

 

Sometimes God my joy is like that;

merely a propmise of bloom yet to come;

while to day;

I am merely a branch;

with but a single bud upon it.

 

 

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