As we strive towards the promise--
like blooms that survive unnoticed
yet now very seldom hidden
in our most unexpected places
thriving in nature's abundant grace--
how's to be made or be unmade;
unmindful of constant symmetry
with earth's unyielding patient bounty
in utmost humility they surrender
in God's mercy plant and things bear
the same frail, ephemeral meaning--
we all must live to give and to forgive,
and to plead to be forgiven.
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