Blooms

The bloom of yesterday

Lustreless

Wilted with decay.

Along with worldly dreams

Frittered away.

Pangs of remorse

Drifting astray

To be forgotten

In the cache

Of yesterday.

The bloom of today

Majestic

Proudly on display.

The Now we will treasure

To pursue the Word

Not to be postponed

Nor to be delayed.

For assurance we pray

Not awaiting tomorrow

But today.

The bloom of tomorrow

Unsullied

Still waiting to grow.

The fruits that we cultivate

The seeds we have sown.

The shining crown

Alluringly aglow

The Kingdom that awaits

Beckons and summons

In tomorrow.