🥀Will There be Flowers | An Original Poem🥀

Will There Be Flowers?

There will be flowers when we wake
Upon the soil and the dirt
A little life, from little death
After the dig through weeds and hurt
Fear not my love, no need to pray
Those tears were made for flowers to grow
And in the calm after the storm
Upon this rose we’ll build our church

At first it seemed to be a grave
You dug too close to the sun
The evidence beneath your nails
Your fiery words, the smoking gun
But soon the wind will blow in seeds
Upon the ruins where you lay
Now in this tired manger scene
There will be flowers when we wake

Be still my love, they had it wrong
For Eden came after grief’s end
So in the morning when we wake
There will be flowers in our bed

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