Flower of our Being

Here the rose weeps upon the walk And casts her petals at her pleasure Perfumes the air of patron’s walk As easy as the winds mute measure Here she carpets primal paths With bleeding crimson drops of tears And bends to offer beauty succulent As proffered solace to our fears Upon the wall and trellis’s beams Wrapping herself with tenuous meander She spreads her arms and fingers each ledge Testing what supports may pander To her work for blooming choruses The children birthed from unblanched lips Ministries of beauties lavished That lay like dew upon her lips. ~~~~~~