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bloomin' sacrifices
the fate of fallen flow'rs
a sonnet
“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions—so delicate in form yet
strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in
life yet long on effect.”—Terri Guillemets
cut flow'rs are part of adam's fallen race:
today they bloom, tomorrow losing face,
wind-dancing in the fragrant morning light,
ere comatose they waste in vasen plight.
the hand that culls them is the sword of fate,
the withering, as man's brief days abate;
the seeds that fall, the progeny of love,
the blossoming, as blessings from above.
the sacrifice of cut flow'rs is the Cross
the garden suffers, in his cruel loss;
the broken stems and bowed heads are the grave,
beyond which shines the triumph of the brave.
how beautiful, how sweet, the fated flow'r,
that man may cherish life e'en one brief hour!
© Copyright 2023 November 19
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
a sonnet
“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions—so delicate in form yet
strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in
life yet long on effect.”—Terri Guillemets
cut flow'rs are part of adam's fallen race:
today they bloom, tomorrow losing face,
wind-dancing in the fragrant morning light,
ere comatose they waste in vasen plight.
the hand that culls them is the sword of fate,
the withering, as man's brief days abate;
the seeds that fall, the progeny of love,
the blossoming, as blessings from above.
the sacrifice of cut flow'rs is the Cross
the garden suffers, in his cruel loss;
the broken stems and bowed heads are the grave,
beyond which shines the triumph of the brave.
how beautiful, how sweet, the fated flow'r,
that man may cherish life e'en one brief hour!
© Copyright 2023 November 19
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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