I cherish the reassuring presence of my six-petaled friend,
Star-like head on an impossibly thin stem
Your fluted trump turned towards the sun.
Paler than your more vibrant cousins,
Against the darkness of your surroundings
You have been a constant support
During a week of difficult days.
Despite your evident fragility,
Your searching after light
Inspires in me my own quest
For all that is true and beautiful.
Drawing deep from the water beneath you
You have summoned strength to stand
As a bright witness to your Creator.
Too soon your destined time will be o'er,
So I celebrate the short time in your company
Knowing that before long you will fade, wither
Returning to the ground which gave you life
To store the energy you will need
To burst into life
Copyright Anne Linington April 2008
I live in the UK, and attend an evangelical Church of England, where I am training as a Reader, (lay preacher). I support the work of a Christian Healing Centre, and enjoy writing, particularly poetry.