A seed may fall in a rocky place,
escape all manner of rude wind's blows
and yet find light to bloom and grow.
Because the stone so ill affords
the space we need to anchor in,
we may feel lack and often pain.
The passerby is struck with awe
when lovely scents unfurl with rain.
I myself am overcome--
your magnificence a sign of grace.
copyright Susanne Donoghue 5/7/17
One a day poems
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