The Blossom
By Sister Angelita Abair, OSU
Ursuline Sisters of Toledo
How can I hold this delicate new NOW-BLOSSOMED clover?
How can I know forever the seeing joy I have of its happy yellow?
Why did all of me leap up as it caught my eye, resting there among the green leaves and grass?
I want to hold you forever, to keep you; tiny, fragile, beautiful!
I give you water but it is too late… your cup is closed up, your leaves droop.
I give you water, hoping that it is not true that your moment of beauty is lost.
Only a moment before I began anew… heard those often repeated words, “I absolve.”
Just a moment ago I stripped myself of those same sins and failures.
Only a moment before I lay bare my own poverties…
Then called forth a power which creates and strengthens.
How can I hold this delicate new me, NOW-BLOSSOMED?
How can I know forever the living joy I have of its presence?
Why did all of me leap up as the weight that crushed, is now no more?
I cling to that moment of eye: yellow, flower, blossom.
There upon the green carpet.
The memory of that moment lasts forever!
That moment of love in which Someone holds me forever…
Though I, too, shrivel and die, He knows me only in my blossom.