I woke one day and with a start
Realized a thorn had pierced my heart
Embedded deep through hopes and dreams
It took some time to work it free
That thorn I placed where none could find
Pressed between pages of my mind
Then came the winter bleak and cold
Followed by spring with melting snow
And summer sun with healing breeze
And fall with swirling, dancing leaves
The hours passed, likewise the days
And weeks and months in softening ways
Till one day with my will reborn
I went looking for that painful thorn
With trembling dread, I opened wide
The age-worn pages of my mind
I held my breath- then breathed a prayer
For God had placed
A flower there.