'Consider the lilies of the field...'
Jesus
how do you carry yourself
oh flower on a stem
in the rude world blowing
I watch you from any window then
looking out on anyone's garden
or on fields where you grow wild
and watch the sleet beat down on you
and wonder if I may be like you
who must endure the cold
and have no indoors place to go at times.
and looking out I see the human flowers too
and sometimes it is me
who on the wild moors or the winter streets
must wind my way and wonder how, more,
day by day I carry myself and so do they
like flowers on our stems
without breaking down
mary angela douglas 12 january 2016
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