your bud holds fullness
prayers of life inside.
You stand erect and
point your way to God
for opening to light
would never be denied.
Permission for your purple drapes
to open and relax in light comes not
from reaching high to up above
but from daily nurturing of corms
under a dark earth blanket tucked with love.
Years warm thy feet,
urge sensing roots to spread
weaving a fabric of elements
that intermingle-
friendship between air and light and rain.
Space for reaching deeper still
that you may not reach in vain
for something
you have not the strength to stand.
Your elegant velvet petals
open in memory
of fallen lives who fertilize
your souls eternally.
Love undraped, full open to the sun
was written in the dark void long ago.
Permission feeds the roots beneath the soil-
the hard labor of building, the physical toil
of spreading ashes, dung, digging in decay;
All…informs this passionate purple blossom
shining ephemeral in light this day.
Easter blessings of spring, growth and fertility upon all….
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