LOL I thought I had lost this poem forever.I kept thinking about it and just could not find a trace of it though just about everything else I have is now back on my computer. Just picked up a piece of paper to scribble on and lo and behold.......
Like a crushed flower
Some kind of perfume released in the brokeness
of petals lying scattered
Knowing I was a flower seeking my healing
I lifted my hands asking
Will you heal me?
Gently he gathered me
Held each bruised petal in His hand
Heard the sweet breath of prayer
Touched me with His strong kiss of love
Restoring each wounded part
Today I opened my eyes again
And I looked at HIm
I was in his hand
A new made rose