LOTUS BLOSSOMS
The hills will, in time remaining,
unseen stir and slowly grow.
Wisdom's eye can see them moving
only heart and soul would know.
Growing dunes slowly moving
yonder oceans hum their tide.
Yawning mountains, gullies shifting,
cracking roads I've traveled wide.
The universe will sing her beauty,
in ageless rhythm of the sphere,
In higher octave it remaining,
for the soul that has an ear.
Our child, how much we would embrace you,
parents tendered year by year
But the satisfying portion
knew our child just wasn't here.
Flowers grow as hearts unfolding,
petals fall as tear by tear.
In the manger Love was crying,
rags to riches, Christ abide.
Who thought love was for the taking,
Rigid hearts a tumbling tide.
Yet the angels heard your weeping,
gathering tear drops, then again,
Bottled them a testimony
bless the heart that loved in vain.
You'll find the lily of
your valley.
Holy thoughts that star
the night.
Eyes that love you,
Arms that care,
Know your spirit;
Make it there.
by Eleazar Cirilo, n.d.
All works here, Copyright © Lotus D. Cirilo, 1999
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