Identity A Poem by Gloria The face of a petunia Is a wondrous - TopicsExpress



          

Identity A Poem by Gloria The face of a petunia Is a wondrous thing, Poised toward the light- Delicate, ruffled- Holding up its horn For water, pollen, honey. Their faces unashamed, Yet their open admission of themselves Does not diminish their loveliness, They are. Thats all. They function. Thats all. They dont pretend to be duller Or brighter Than they are. They dont have to bow their heads Or hide their glorious faces So that the geraniums Will feel whole and confident. They simply shine And grow on to open fully And complete their total cycle With never a downward glance. And when their time is finished And their prime a wilted memory, They fold the wrinkled membranes Of all that they have been Around their very souls And make from them The seed of what is yet to be. At last they spill the dregs of life Into the waiting soil And are transformed into The hope of new beginnings. - Gloria Gaither (Excerpted from the book Hands Across the Seasons)
Posted on: Mon, 09 Jun 2014 20:58:07 +0000

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