Delicate Flowers

The light lifts the flower's face towards the sun,
releasing it from the place where shadows cast their form.

The flower has only to turn to face the light,
enjoy is warmth,
its peace,
and follow its natural pattern of growth
—where love leads.

Its delicate petals are guarded
by other stems,
also filled with God's beauty,
that stand by its side as protecters and guides
on the journey ahead.

The flowers' crimson hearts are opened,
revealing the structures within
that are no longer afraid to be seen.

The bouquet is mixed with purple-violet blooms
that look towards the evening sun
—that highlights their beauty.

It is as if their very colors
were made
to celebrate the crimson sky,
that then turns to the purples of the sun's eventual setting.

Perhaps the delight of such colors
remind us of the perfection
held within nature's dance of changing light.

Perhaps the flowers reflect the unfurling of our petals
and the revelation and promise of tomorrow's buds,
that lie in-wait for the morning sun
to coax their opening
toward the splendor and wonder that miracle may bring.




Poetry by Morning Star
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Written on 2012-08-23 at 06:38

Tags Nature  Spiritual  Inspirational 

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Erik Brickman
So beautiful that you also mention God in all this. It's very heartwarming in these days of atheist movements.

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2012-08-25


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
A sigh of beauty
blooms in your
wonderful words
Thanks for sharing
N T
2012-08-23



Very postive and affirming paeon to a specific flower and to flowers in general. My mother taught me to love nature and especially flowers--had she not left me any other legacy, that would have been enough. They are a constant source of easily accessible joy. Imagine a world without flowers.

William
2012-08-23


countryfog
This is simply (in the best sense of that) beautiful, each stanza like a separate petal opening and becoming one perfect whole. Here the drought continues unabated and all my flowers are dessicated save a few petunias that somehow refuse to give up, a tiny corner of pick and lavender amid the scorched brown of everything else. But color is beginning in its way, leaves already turning, "nature's dance of changing light" as they fall.
2012-08-23