He Wore The Gardenia Poem by AHO Speaks

The gardenia as a mirror God
Beauty, softness and fragrance; out of the sod.
Surrounded by living earthly green
So tiny yet magnificent, is this scene.

One flower assigned in random to a given stalk
Next to my friend Jack and Kathy and I don't have to walk
Angelic white leaves enfolded around the center
As I have a new vision, along with the repenter.

I can see the linen tunic within
Another picture of he who forgave sin.
Each day a new set of leaves appear
To wrap and hold the body linen so near.

Second Day

The outer edges of the linen turning gray as tho worn
But we know the curtain was rent and also torn.
The center is becoming smaller as it released each leaf
O' my God, my God; I am stricken with grief.

Salvation in the plants living green
It becomes larger and larger upon the earthly scene.

Second Night

Pure white petals open with softness and light
To lay open one upon the other and lanquid in the night.
The center compressed as tho a hardness is to begin
Softly encroached around the petals; as to restrain within.

The circle cries out to extend itself outwardly and around
To release the contents from within and feel outward bound.

02-19-06 Aho Speaks