Monday, March 07, 2011
The Flower (poem by Dorothy
The Flower
This is an azalea.
It has no purpose other than
to make itself beautiful,
and so attract its
many lovers,
who come to gather from it
honey to carry on the winds
to other flowers, again
and again,
an endless sequence.
It is God,
waiting for all of us
to gather close.
It wants to make love with us,
every single being,
every hour of day and night,
a gift to share.
That way we make each other
rich and beautiful.
That way we fly forth
and know
that we are loved.
Dorothy Walters
March 7, 2011
(Photo by N. M. Rai)
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