Spiritual Poetry posted November 27, 2015

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an epiphany

The Flower

by mfowler

and hardened by the pain of life's rejection
I sipped the essence of self-pity from a jug
the god
who'd commanded love and my attention
was nothing but a worthless, mystifying thug
the promises
of riches, faith and happiness unrestrained
all empty vessels floating on hot air
my hope
dashed by death of loved ones unexplained
where was he when they needed care?
I wallowed in my grief on broken streets
and cursed the god who'd wounded me

the flower
appeared among the cracks between my clay-like feet
and suddenly the scales fell off and I could see
so tiny
yet so brave among the jagged pavement rocks
its presence was a true epiphany
unlike me
the flower had fought hard to overcome life's knocks
had persevered and struggled free
I felt
the presence of the arms so long ago deserted
the balm of knowing without words
and then
release as grief and bitterness inverted
once more I heard the singing of the birds

for love
was planted deep within the cracks of pain
and seeds of faith found root among  the dross
the God
who'd left and whom I'd tried to blame
anointed me with blood and perfume from the cross


Faith Poetry Contest contest entry


no formal meter is employed in this piece
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