Petals of Pain
by Debra Brent © 2019Night's moon is the seed
From which starlight does grow,
Budding garden of hope
Wished upon far below.
In the still of it's blooms
Weighted down amongst weeds,
Hearts lie tangled in sin
Souls transformed into reeds.
Atrophying sets in
Faith the void in its cells,
Slowly dying to man
Thirsting of a dry well.
Yet forgiveness renews
Withered blossoms at dusk,
One needs only to shed
Of this world's tainted husk.
Soon those petals of pain
Open up unto Christ,
For in His saving grace
Death reverts back to life.
This poem was a finalist in the
November 2019 poetry contest
