Eight years ago I knelt with my hands in the dirt
I planted a young vine with love and mirth.
I watered and fed the vine
While I dreamed of the flowers it would bring.
Across the lattice the branches did spread
The leaves so gently popped their head.
For eight years I waited to see the flowery crown.
Now with a lush fullness the flower buds bring.
A lacy white top that makes my heart sing.
A climbing hydrangea so lush and pure
A beautiful flower that climbs,
From the dirt floor.
In the cup like petals
Is a heartfelt of love.
In the sunlight shines the truth
In the flowering world this is the symbol
Of life’s enduring beauty and grace.
For me this is what I have waited eight years to see.
In 2004 I planted a climbing hydrangea in my garden. Each year the branches spread across the lattice fencing. And each year I waited to see the flowers bloom. Last year the flower buds started to open until we had an early heat wave in May. The young tender petals were scorched in the bright burning sun. So this year I have been very eager to see the full hydrangea flowers. Yesterday, I counted 8 blooms starting to open.
God Is I Am 