Each week, we write for five minutes, freely, on a one-word prompt. No time for much planning or revising. We write quickly, then post, linking together at LisaJo’s site  
This week’s prompt: BLOOM. 

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The bloom gets the attention.

It has the color, the shape, and the smell.

It gets the camera’s focus and the lover’s touch.

But the bloom isn’t worthy…

For the bloom didn’t push deep in the soil past the rocks and the weeds.

The bloom didn’t bring the water up from below.

The bloom didn’t stretch it’s leaves out to nourish, for the sake of life.

The bloom just tastes and sees.

The bloom rests.

Rests on the work that was done before it ever saw the light of day.

And each morning, all the bloom must do is open itself up to whatever the sun brings.

The bloom is me.

Resting in the Son.

    “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ” Lamentations 3: 22-23
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