Little Flower Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your designated time a brief hardship a journey
Without tears clouding your eyes; devout devotion
Like a little paper boat, you sail unworthy,
Taking in bilge waters filled with high emotion.
Come, kneel in total submission. A willing bride
Your journey is a lifetimes undertaking
Your heart motes a keep only one Lord can reside.
His residence sits lest not I'm mistaking
In the centre of your heart the vortex of your soul
You must, by all means, flail out the wheat from the chaff
It's a vow of faith to make, thyself, whole
To undertake this journey ends all hatred and wrath.
O my little flower your quest to be a nun,
Is a heroine's noble deed that requires faith?
Every battle has two outcomes, lost or won
Love enslaves and, in true love, there is only praise.