Full Bloom
As I lie on my back, body straight, eyes closed.
My arms folded up, weighing heavy on my chest.
Like a lifeless body in a casket.
I begin to say “Our Father” and thoughts begins to drift.
My body begins to relax and my mind turns to silence.
For a moment I feel no tension.
I feel no pain, no agony, no anger, no resentment, and no distrust.
I feel nothing.
I am a flower closing up, protecting myself from the cold and darkness.
And then, as a cool breeze brushes against the outside peddles,
I tense up, my chest pounding.
I feel chilled, my body aches, growing older, shutting down as if it will never open again.
I ask myself, “Am I dying?”
“Am I growing older?”
Or
Could this be God’s way of letting me know, “I am alive”
Like a flower that protects itself from the dark and cold,
only to feel the warmth of the sun.
Opening peddles so that it can be seen at its full beauty.
I too will open again.
When the window of his light strengthens me into full bloom.
