minerals and snow

i need your grace for me to grow

like my cactus on my window
sill depend on the light of the sun
i let in pulling aside my curtain

i need an opportunity, on floor

sufficient soil me to stand, to show
my flower and fruit, to root at last
that i, your applause proudly harvest

i need also minerals and snow

for withering of body and brain
in my soul does not happen even
as i, my Master’s path, follow

i need someone to lift his brow

so others too may pause to glance
while your love i clearly announce
inviting others too with me to grow