At his breath the flower spreads its wings and flutters in the wind. Colors flash out like heart longings, the perfume betrays a sweet secret. He who can open the bud does it so simply. I cannot be trusted with a sledgehammer and a 4″ x 4″ in my backyard. The Lord of the universe, capable of stopping the sun with His bare hand and more, can be trusted to open a rosebud to full beauty on time. In the middle of the raw, sensitive inflammation that is your soul, you can trust Him to create a clean heart