Friday, April 17, 2009

The Flower

Rushing past each delicate petal
on the small, huddled group of flowers
White (despite their environment)
that gazes up from its bed of cigarette butts
old lottery tickets, and page 8b
-or part of it -
from Wednesday's Post Dispatch
Each flower in this family has been blessed
by the Eternal
by the same One who has given life to those
rushing past.
Blessed to be a blessing to those who
take the time
to notice its beauty;
she shivers in the wind.
Five tiny pointed fingers, outstretched
from the intricate yellow sprouting cushion of pollen,
reaching out to touch something
who will take the time
(and we have the time)
to notice.

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