The Flower

The Flower

Just a beautiful little poem I thought I would share with you, for this moment, on this beautiful island monday. Thank you for visiting my blog

copyright 2014 by jon gutmacher

The flower lay against the wall

it’s petals folded against the harshness of the wind

that blew unrelenting

out of the far regions of the north

and it shuddered

and withdrew

as the cold wind began to whistle

across the desolation of the stark courtyard

which surrounded it

No sun filtered thru

no warm air flowed gently

only dark grey clouds

streaming across an angry sky

each flying across the landscape

threatening to billow into snow or hail

but still

the flower was there

struggling against it all

A man crossed into the small alcove

and was amazed that anything could grow here

lest a flower

and he looked

and gently touched it

and it felt his warmth

and the petals moved

ever so slightly

but enough that he saw its beauty

and shook his head in awe

And looking around

he saw what he was looking for

and made an opening in one tall wall

where suddenly

the sun burst through

and showered the single flower

with a radiance it had not seen or felt before

and for the first time

it felt warm

and fulfilled

and safe

And then the man left

but returned each day

at the same time

when the sun broke free

and entered through the opening he had made

And in those moments

however brief

the flower grew and flourished

with only the beauty that a loving hand

could have provided

And though the seasons passed

the flower grew

as if magically

nurtured by the love of the man

who first drew the sun upon it

forever 

until one day

when they both passed into time

and into the dreams of those

who remembered them

Thank you very much again, dear friends, for visiting my blog. Please share your thoughts with us, if you will. Have a great day. 

✿ ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿