Entering the Virgin's Heart
Who can deny how gently
tender petals float on the wind?
Yet each day more flowers fall,
withered and dying.
Even the leaves
remain where they drop.
Is this not a sign?
Gone—
the pinks of summer.
The wind blows colder now
and hardly for the better.
Stiff brown leaves crunch,
but look—look,
a Rose of Sharon blossoms
from a Virgin’s womb.
And the wonder of it is
it happened just like that.
from Better With Friends