Of sacramentals

There were times like this long ago
— but they always seemed to end..
I have mislaid a white tulip’s velvet
cool and fragrant petal, pre-kissed
and applied to my own lips. Even if I
find it, now, it will be curling, sere..
I have to wait for God to make more;
I am as sure of God as I am of tulips.



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