“Blossoming and Blooming”
Each Sunday, late afternoon, I receive the Lord’s host. Of course I say a special prayer afterwards. There is a special spot I go and kneel before the Lord. A low space, square with steel bars. The side of the bars I see are not white like the outer side. No, kneeling, I see rust. I have been coming to this spot for four years, saying my special prayer and the rust has gotten worse.
After my prayer I also do the same thing every week with my hands. I reach out aways and begin to pick away bits of debris, weeds, and, now and then, some insects. Funny how it still lives. Yet certain times of the year it is unyielding, just a stem. Then at good times of the year it blooms. Just one tiny flower of red. Funny how there is no other about it, just it. But I honestly enjoy just staring at the rich red color of it. But today, Sunday, as I cleaned around it, stared some, it came to me!
The flower is like me. You see, of late, some good people have found a spot. They kneel before it and begin to pick, push and clean above at first, then lower and all around me. They are trying to push away much debris. They are trying to give me space so I can live and not strangle from the weeds of prison life. For I truly believe I have blossomed of sorts. Oh it was hard to flower for I had to extend my arms very high to keep the pushing foliage from crushing down on me. Now I have help, and maybe and finally the season of miracle will come. A season where my rich color can be enjoyed by all.