Blossomed. Blossoming…

White-Orchards
White-Orchards

Your words, your presence your laughter
What is purpose when it has blossomed?
blossoming…
what is death when the life that lived- breathes beyond the bounds of a burial?
blooming a breathing brimming interminable life?

Is it a loss when purpose has run its course and left its mark?
Is it a loss when death arrives with life having been lived?
Is it a loss when the sands of Gods precious thoughts of your life, now solidly stand
like tall towers of legacy
(thoughts that were written before the foundations of the earth began)

You are a summers bloom-a blossomed purpose
blossoming… Continue reading “Blossomed. Blossoming…”