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.

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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

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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 defiance and hope

Grappling with life against the slope

Til at last Violet raises her regal purple crown

While worms crawl silently beneath the ground.

 

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