remember, o bulb

A bulb was placed in fertile ground

Its vibrance was so clear

But quickly this new seedling found

Growth is not so dear

Soon winter months, they came around

Poor child lost all hope

‘Who can in cold, grow, strive, abound?

Surviving is beyond the scope.’

But little sprout, oh most profound!

Beneath the soil deep

Growing strong without a sound

Your roots are not asleep.

‘Oh spring has come, it's finally found

My growth will now begin!’

Another frost will soon confound

The sprout, so sure within

Remember, o bulb, the years compound

This is not your winter first

Remember when you felt so drowned

The rain! completely submersed.

Recall, small one, Gardener aroused

Tenderly covered your flesh

Though on him the rain did pound

He nourished your soil afresh

Learn of your former blooms so round

Their fragrance marked by care

Not by your glory are your petals crowned

But by the Gardener fair

The winter toil still resounds

But now in branches strong

Made for the viewer to astound

‘To whom do these belong?’

So fear not, my dear, when clouds

Drown out your pleasant days

Recall your roots, in Whom they’re bound

Find joy in the narrow way.