black flowers :: prev :: next :: black flowers they grow in the field of my heart planted there by the woes i've endured from the start they're stems are all thorny though not easy to see and if e'er i forget them they'll be sure to prick me other flowers have grown of every colour, sort and size and they make it hard to see the black flowers, i realise so i take a breath and ask who has planted all these things who as made me what i am who is pulling on my strings for if flowers then must grow darker than a moonless night sharper than a razor's edge giving to my soul a fright can i not rid the garden of the blackness and the stain and this quiet, soulish anguish, must i always feel this pain still at times all the colours, all the fragrances of those other flowers lift my spirit to the sky, and snuff my woes then i see he who as made me who has sought me by my name has too allowed all things to grow in my heart's garden, all the same but even then a chilling wind carries more black flower seed and begins to choke the beauty like a vicious, lying weed all the anguish then returns tears again rain down my face and collect here in the garden and become the scent of grace through dark clouds then peeks the light and begins to warm the air and bright colours bloom around me once again with beauty rare so perhaps it's not so much the things endured here in my sight but it's where i keep my focus on the dark or on the light © 2001 (7 may) john r. chase
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