Deity Poem by Nell Sheridan

A bleak sky, luminousclouds, the promise of a storm predicted,
A back drop of darkened poise, causing our lady to seem haunted,
There she stands upon the hill, majestic, mystical and unchallenged,
Against her beauty the ominous sky, is all but completely expunged,
Arms outstretched, palms upturned, her silhouette, feminine in spirit,
Her head tilted up, face to the sky, a moment no one would forfeit,
Alone she stands, still and quiet, no shame within her refinement,
A beauty such as her's, defies the laws of her natural confinement,
Her age undetermined, standing solidly before your intentgazes,
Sleek are her limbs, smooth her bark as she effortlessly amazes,
She is a mother this season, her babies clinging closely to her branches,
She cradles them close, caressing them gently, she's taking no chances,
The petals flutter slightly, singing harmoniously upon the breezes,
Individuals each and everyone, although varied are their features,
Some are pink, some are white, size and shapes all different,
Some are old, some are young, others seem more poignant,
This ones prettier, that ones larger, brighter the colours over here,
Now after today her flowers are gone, you will need to wait another year,
So choose your flower, take your time, seek the ultimate perfection,
And when your done, I will provide to you, the ultimate reflection,
The choice of blooms, is yours alone, the decision of what you should do? ,
Are you sure? The perfect bloom, is the one you hold before you? ,
You chose this bloom, may I ask you why? Perhaps you should explain your decision,
The point my friend; is there is no bloom, that holds the ultimate perfection,
The riddle you seek, to answer, your mind it will contradict,
Each and every bloom, you see, despite the difference, is absolutely perfect.
You will judge and choose, what appeals to you, in this very instant,
Our lady knows, that which eludes your mind, she stands happy and content,
She knows that they are all perfect, no flaws to be found,
The very idea, that they are flawed, in itself quite profound,
The flaws you see, exist, within your mind alone,
The boundaries, your mindhas created, needs to be overthrown,
A flower is created, to function within life's circle, it'spurpose only one,
Whether it appeals to you, will not prevent, how this job is done,
Each flower will achieve its task, regardless of your impression,
They are simply, yet perfectly committed, to our lady's succession,

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