Orchid

It’s there,
clearly present.
No doubt about it.
It may be several years
coming, but now
is the time.
 
New growth has
has occurred through the wait,
roots have crawled out
and over the edge
of confinement,
signs of vitality;
yet waiting still
for stems upright.
 
Testing location,
sunshine and shade,
water, nutrients,
humidity, attention.
Hopeful for prime
environs.
 
Impatient with life
we longingly seek the
product:
spectacular,
fragrant beauty,
showy splendor,
believing the product
gives reason to be.
 
Waiting in time,
watching for conditions needful,
accepting as they are,
living expectant in the daily
realm of being,
it has all that is necessary
for reason to be
itself.
 
Persisting over seasons,
now comes the time.
Orchid’s new stem
reaching for the heavens
propped by parakletos,
a strong supportive guide,
buds for blossoms inevitable.
She is ready.
A new time in continuing process,
all in the right time,
all in its time,
all time in Love’s
timing.