Jason - Flower

Lavender

Each stone was chosen to form a barricade
That fertile soil could form a promenade
Where sun could partner and laugh with drops of rain
Together whisper of future life ordained
The Master’s canvas a perfect ordered bed
Then silence broken the moment “Grow!” was said
And seed was stretching to touch the newborn light
Excitement blooming in knotted hope ignite
The buds were clustered like husks of purple bees
Which round stem buzzing and hope they Him appease

Then motion ceases and waiting eyes draw near
A threshold passes with life the buds revere
The bursts of purple in tiny pedaled plumes
An inflorescence of bold and fragrant blooms
With deep inhaling He sees his work is grand
So to the tool shed to finish what was planned
He sees the clippers which hang upon the wall
And grasps them gently He knows He must not stall
He loves the flowers doing all He does entreat
But sprigs so rooted can not purpose complete

With right hand drawing the lavender to Him
The jaws held open find home around the stem
With breath held inward He shears the stalk in two
The pain He feels it in doing what He must do
Suspended bundles then dry upon the hooks
With careful measures he checks within His books
Then shakes those ready Into the mortar bowl
And grinds the pestle to crush what once was whole
Surrounding beauty makes sense of what was lost
That flawless glory must have a frightful cost