free to blossom

Stepping amongst encircling thorns
She senses someone calling
Beckoning her to look up toward the sun
No longer to be downcast by tribulation
But to stand erect and ready for everything
The good, the sad, the joyful, the tragic
-- Everything
Thorns have pricked, even cut deeply
Yet the blossoms of friendship perpetually
Bloom along the broken path
Mending it in curious and fortuitous ways
Always a step ahead of all the trouble
Lie seedlings being made ready
To make the thorns not seem so sharp
For treading on the mossy softness
Of resplendent kindness
Protects her from the pain
Liberating her heart and soul