In prayer I asked: "What is the message, Lord?"--
But my heart had known a long time,
defeated by its purposes: it now
lay quickened in recognition.
Sunlight swelled, pulling everything
but a flower whose life correlated
with diviner down-shine, whose shades
were ecstasies, whose petals were
eternal desires: "Return!"-- A voice
I knew as Truth, suddenly made my heart
that daring flower: "Return to what you
"have always known! Am I a deceiver?"
So I resolved to memorise that message,
in the content and power of its
conviction that matched all reality!