Flowers

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The flowers have only weakness, but then not.

The flowers have only innocence of white

And pink.  This innocence does not tie knot

Or turn to kink.  Refusing mold and blight

By opening wide in sun and rain, the pink

And white instead put out their pollen, scents,

And beauty.  They are never forced to think

Or prophesy.  No flowers are penitents.

They open, spread and silently they preach

A gospel not of words but muteness.  They

Do not know hope or sadness and thus each,

Sufficient, never feels the need to pray.

  The blooms do not attempt a thought of hope.

    They muse alone and fill their flowered scope.

© Phillip Whidden