Benefaction

Can anyone ever comprehend 

the benefaction of the blue flower

growing In a summer garden

An exclamation to the customary

Surprising to the human eye—

unable to grasp the simple magnitude 

of its magical beauty—

Blown perhaps from Shangri-La . . . 

A remnant of bygone Babylon . . .

Or dropped by a Tír na nÓg Fairy . . .

A reminder of its perennial promise

of ultimate joy and immortality

It gives the heart its hope

not found in the reds and pinks

And the soul has reason to rejoice,

“Here I have found the truth of my desire.”

 

Kathleen A. Dorholt

NaPoWriMo 2020

April 11, 2020