the easter lily in my home
has dropped her drooping flowers
but i have decided not to deposit
lily with no flowers in the dump
for i realize, i can never do so
without me, into dump, damning
self, first; for that easter lily
that fashioned the fleeting flower
is not, merely, ephemeral
but, in essence, eternal
in the creator’s mind, a mercy
and for me, a miracle
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