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Thursday, February 21, 2013

the crocus and the rock.

“I love You,
O Lord, my strength.”
 The Lord is my rock
 and my fortress
 and my deliverer,
My God, my rock,
in whom I take refuge;
it has been for longer than a week now...
little green beginnings
of crocus.
snow melts a bit
and STILL
just this ONE
blooms purple.
Snow or not...
 then it hits me...
the ONE hiding by the rock.
Blooms.
Is safe!
how do you bloom
in time of threat and trouble?
My shield and the horn of my salvation,
my stronghold.
I call upon the Lord,
who is worthy to be praised,
And I am saved from my enemies.