Tulip

A glimpse of grace turns a mediocre day into a miraculous one.
c.e.hollis


I peek inside
 And remember an egg

Made of sugar with a small eye hole.

Close one eye–peep inside where 

Amazing tiny things stand on a stage of white;

Tiny flowers, a church with a steeple,

A cross, an empty tomb with a stone rolled aside.

Mysteries these–like God's grace.

An oval more mysterious than

An egg cannot be found;

Unless it is a tulip–orange, red, or yellow,

Just beginning to open to light

To let me peer inside 

To see its wonders–its shapes, its life,

Its promise, its mystery–
Like God's grace.