Written by Karen Austin – Angels by Grace Pub. Aug. 2003
Beneath the hillside’s rocks and weeds
Competing for space with other seeds
A violet with tender, fragile shoots
Fights for a stronghold within the tangled roots
And as tiny leaves begin to form
Unprepared for the coming storm
A heavy darkness overcame and broke
The plant beneath the shadow of the Oak.
Crushed and spent by feet on the run
The violet turns its head to the rising sun.
And seeks the dew of each new morn
While hiding from its brother’s scorn.
A tethered flower not free to grow
As only its windswept friends could know
The plant gains strength from the world above
And repairs itself…except for love
And in its own appointed time
Recovers from the silent crime
It stands so quiet, brave and still
Rooted there against the hill
Borne on wings of…
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