Stooping to bend over
A dead and rotting flower
Unknown reasons made you promise
You’d carry it awhile
As you descend the mountain
A spring in your step
Your vigilance to deathly pale lotus
Promised to remain intense
Sheltered in the palm of grace
You stopped when you heard the sound
A tiny song, yet silent to the world at large
Somehow you deigned to hear
Lifting broken to the sky
A smile in your eyes
Triumphant in what you saved-
The flower came to life
Promise of a lover
Fulfillment of all truth
You carried small twig down the mountain
Back to the fields of youth
Included and absolved
Sheltered in compassionate rest
Courage you poured drop by drop
Until the flower lived
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