At our front doorstep, we have a tiny flower, much smaller than the
other flowers around it, and yet it is so blue, its blueness shines out
and turns all the other lovely flowers into handmaidens. This flower
is called LITHODORA.
ALL THE BLUE IN THE WORLD
This tiny flower,
Smaller than a baby’s smallest finger,
is so blue,
The wonder is that any blueness
is left in the world,
Drenched and drowned in colour
as this little flower is.
There is passion here,
A deep, unfailing tenderness
In its tiny petalled perfection.
Nothing has been held back,
No scintilla of grace denied
To this small and lovely blossom.
This scrap of beauty,
Its clear blue flame
Shining down the damp and grassy darkness,
Lights the dark path in front of us,
Giving a sudden, startling glimpse
Of a blazing, generous love.
© 2013 GWEN GRANT
