In the fullness of time,
a Flower blooms:
not minding the plans of war
or the harvest of grief,
not measuring
the seasons of power
or the generations of wealth’s sin,
but simply spreading its petals
because time is full
and fulfilled.
A Flower has bloomed —
not because the world is at peace,
not because we are ready,
but because it is time.
Praise and
thanksgiving on earth
as in heaven for the foolishness
and eternal faithfulness
of the Flower.
