Before the Bloom

Facing a certain death, when the Sun did shine, this flower veiled in faith, still did follow.  Caught behind a curtain, the bright and paper-like petals, eventually do fall.  At some point, it seems we all do.  It's here I stand so blessed and so surrounded, safe in sanctity and faith, while unfortunately today so many others fall.  We all bleed and never will we all agree.  I couldn't find Grace when I Googled frontlines.  It's not a word used there and we are told and trained not to use or actually feel it there.  Sad is the seed taken just before the bloom.