Darkness closes in about her,
all areas cast into shadow of gloom.
Surrounded on all sides by the
dangers, she recalls the tiny bloom.
Delicate though may be, able to
weather the storm they can.
The winds may rage and try to bend
yet ever-holding to ground and land.
Such a small and fragile one there,
could never withstand the giant dark.
Yet somehow after all is done, love,
it brings the sun like a lark.
Layers of hope, inscribed in petals,
connected to the center.
The source of strength, not on our own.
We have One who bears the weather.
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