Dusk Came, The Flower Closed Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Dusk came, the flower closed
In preparation:
Yet of all petals one as yet
As yet it remained open:
Alone, the others petals closed,
Alone, open to the frost-bite
She chose to suffer so to see the moon
Trembled she in her heavy breathing:
The moon took and pity saw
And warmed the erstwhile petal
With his rays confident and kind
Survived the petal, survived to see
The early Dawn, its birth, as
Its siblings had not:
It risked more than them, suffered
More.
Yet risking more and more suffering
Made the erstwhile petal see What its sibling petals saw not.
For you, my Monsignor, to read and think!