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Fragile, and yet . . .
A fragile soul, a lovely flower
set down on earth, in a troubling hour
unseen forces knocking her to the ground
against her mind and spirit, they pound
Almost as if she wears a mark
target, it says, as enemies hark
harrassed and hounded, illness, duress
it sometimes seems she cannot pass the test
Where is God, the spirit cries out
as the winds of fury rage with doubt,
caught in a hurricane of forces
bringing an unwanted metamorphosis
There are flowers which bloom in the snow
you know
Through the bitter cold their beauty flows,
bringing warmth whever they show
A fragile soul, a lovely flower
set down on earth, in a troubling hour
You shall not crack or blossom fade
Through it all, a diamond shall be made
sharon ~~ January 27, 2003
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