The Flowers are Still Blooming

Pandemic spring of my distress
Giving way to emptiness

Prison, shelter, refuge, home
Feeling captively alone

The flowers are still blooming

Pandemic spring of isolation
Quarantine, my deep frustration
Locked in endless habitation
Giving way to desperation

The flowers are still blooming

Pandemic spring of self-reflection
Time for painful introspection
What is my new life direction
At this global intersection?

The flowers are still blooming

Pandemic spring of raging malice
Waking to our blind injustice
Now is time for humble service
And a call to true repentance

The flowers are still blooming

Creation groans awaiting Christ’s
Consummating sacrifice
Full payment of the costly price
Widely opens paradise

The flowers are still blooming

About Julia

Welcome! I'm so glad you stopped by. My name is Julia. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher, and most recently, a writer. Above all, I am a daughter of the King. I am constantly amazed at God's goodness in my life; undeserved and unlimited. Come sit and visit awhile. The teapot's always on the stove.
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