The Blue Flower
You are the pilgrim’s friend,
Moment of bright beauty
Along the hard road. You’re kind,
Offering a restful harmony
That’s served by sun and ground and air.
Yet still we cannot tell
Your silent purpose here.
Your fleeting passage of a day
Remains a mystery. We’ll find
Your meaning at the hard road’s end.
C.J. Moore,
October 2009
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