~*::{From my garden}::*~
The flowers are falling
heavy from
God's tears
encumbered by the
weight of water
they are no longer
held up
by resisitance
their stalks bent
their faces turned
downward
as if in deep
prayer
I suppose
it is fitting
that the flowers
are a reflection
of a heavy heart
kneeling on the
soggy ground
waiting for the sun
to come and dry
its tears
Today
I am held up
by the weight
of water
for after the floods
come rebirth
and renewal
new sprouts of grass
stand up with vigor
flowers turn their faces
to the sun
able to breathe
once again
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