Tenacious Buttercup Poem by Mark Heathcote

Tenacious buttercup
I love the way you look up
The way you glow in the wind and storm
The way your colours flag and sing
And never fall -down.
Even in a gale, you manage to cope
It's like God holds your rein.
In awe of you, he sees hope.
Tenacious buttercup
I love the way you look up
Till you lay down and die in the meadow
But in the hilt of your sword and shadow
There is a cup of gold even for me to find faith.
A chalice on a stalk heaven bent for all to see.
In the mountains of my mind, I might climb
But right where I stand
Tenacious buttercup
It's you who holds my hand
And leads my way today