Every day is folded around <br />A soft center, fragrant with heaven. <br />To unwrap that moment <br />Carefully peeling back <br />The petals of every-day routine <br />To find this nougat of wisdom <br />Is the poet's work. <br /> <br />Today it may be <br />A sulfur flitting across my path, <br />Brushing my cheek by accident. <br />Tomorrow it might be <br />Bark of a crepe myrtle <br />Curling at the foot of the tree <br />As it outgrows this year's skin. <br />Or tears of a child in pain <br />Kissing my hand <br />As I carefully unwind bandages <br />Over her burns, <br />the only wild bouquet <br />She has received in the war zone <br />Of her hard life.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragrant-with-heaven/
