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The Flower

Some will say this is merely a poem about a flower, but in truth it is an allegory of what might be, what could be, and is as much a story of a dream as it is a love story, or poem of spirituality. For the poem means many things, and so rather than tell you what it means to me, for that is yet to be determined, I leave it to you, dear reader, to decide.
©2014 by Jon Gutmacher
The flower lay against the wall
it’s petals folded against the harshness of the wind
that blew unrelenting
out of the far regions of the north
and it shuddered
and withdrew
as the cold wind began to whistle
across the desolation of the stark courtyard
which surrounded it

No sun filtered thru
no warm air flowed gently
only dark grey clouds
streaming across an angry sky
each flying across the landscape
threatening to billow into snow or hail
but still
the flower was there
struggling against it all

A man crossed into the small alcove
and was amazed that anything could grow here
lest a flower
and he looked
and gently touched it
and it felt his warmth
and the petals moved
ever so slightly
but enough that he saw its beauty
and shook his head in awe

And looking around
he saw what he was looking for
and made an opening in one tall wall
where suddenly
the sun burst through
and showered the single flower
with a radiance it had not seen or felt before
and for the first time
it felt warm
and fulfilled
and safe

And then the man left
but returned each day
at the same time
when the sun broke free
and entered through the opening he had made

And in those moments
however brief
the flower grew and flourished
with only the beauty that a loving hand
could have provided

And though the seasons passed
the flower grew
as if magically
nurtured by the love of the man
who first drew the sun upon it
forever
until one day
when they both passed into time
and into the dreams of those
who remembered them

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