the death of hope: the rebirth of beauty

 

 

without faith and hope and love a flower dies.

 

long ago she received a message of

hope

and she believed in all a paper ring of promises held

entrusted within her hands

and carried upon her shoulders

still, through the course of time

lovingly giving her life for the sake of the sun and the moon

though she knew not the touch of the warmth of the sun

nor the breath of the coolness of the moon

the rare and beautiful gift withered

for hope dies where truth is abandoned

 

did anyone see the lifeblood leaving the flower?

 

longing for air and water and sunlight

silently weeping

fragrance fading

color leaving her pallid face

as the last of her petals fell to earth

 

did anyone even notice the flower was dying?

 

still, faith and love remain

infused with Life restored

infinitely within

the holy cathedral of her soul

delicate features smile radiant

as the sweet aroma of her veil is lifted

and kissed

again rare petals raised in praise

forever bathe in the promises whispered

gently in the breath of psalms sung on the breeze

caressed tenderly to ecstacy immersed in dewdrops and light

 

only in truth will a flower's sacred beauty bloom eternal.

 

 

~ janean christine mariani