Friday, April 9, 2010

Tulip, meditating

On seeing Him
she holds her breath
and turns her face
as if to the sun.
Wrapping her petals more tightly
so as not to lose a drop,
she forms herself
into a cup,
drinking deeply from the light
cherishing the taste
of warm, rich color,
luxuriating
in the scent of love.
Bracing against thought's stirring breeze,
she stills herself more consciously
so that His breath
might be the only thing
that moves her.


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2 comments:

KimQuiltz said...

Ahhhhhhhhh (that's a happy, peaceful sigh of contentment)

I especially like this one!

Maureen said...

I like this a lot. The words grace the image.