The dying tulip

dying tulip

This is a dying flower,
living it’s last.

All days of glory past,
fragrance only a memory,
the radiant color fading.

And yet she seems,
to be in peace with it,
just allow her petals,
slowly loose their hold,
one after another,
letting go…

But, in the evening of her lifetime,
her beauty is still undisputed.

a raving beauty of old age,
does not lie in makeup and surgery,
rather in,
spoken words not demanding regret,
hands which sent good forth,
and a sincere heart with God.

I pray,
when evening of life,
is at my doorstep,
that I can face it with dignity,
accepting what cannot be delayed,
ready to receive my book,
with peace in my soul.

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