A withered blossom:
Societies delinquent reality
Transplanted in fruitful soil
Feed by the fountain of life
Is embraced in pure, unfettered light
And turns toward it;
Torn and chaffed petals.
A tender wind lifts its weary head
And its stem stretches strong
Toward the heavens.
Broken petals unfold
Yellow tips brighten
New life vibrates
The fragrance of restored hope
In the redemptive face of truth.
12/04/02
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