Within the confinement of his cell he laid awake ,
forever immersed in darkness.
Blind and deaf he became
for not a sound or light entered
nor did it leave .
What seemed a day became a week,
what seemed a week became a year.
His days became dull his suffering normal,
such a life he had embraced.
As he traced his fingers against his sturdy cell,
a texture brushed upon his hand,
a sensation that was alien to him .
Puzzled and confused he proceeded to prod, intrigued by its shape and size .
He felt it grow he felt it die a process that continued every year; never changing.

Suddenly, a gush of cool air caressed his dry pale face ,
a warm but irritating feeling began to plague his eyelids.
Slowly but surely
his eyes awoke ,
an image he could barely make .
Its silhouette dancing with the wind beautiful and free,
finally under the moonlight his sight became clear ,
across his cell was a cell with a single flower, dancing beautifully with the wind.
He watched in awe as its dance became music,
a sound stolen from him for many years.
A glimmer of hope began to rise,
from the depth of his frail yet working heart;
for God had sent this dancing flower to bring his life to start,
saved by amazing grace and a flower he shall not part.🌹


© BlackViper