Eglantine
Forsake me not, for I would pine
and waste, like tendrils on the vine
that shrivel when the rains abscond
and nullify our special bond.
For eglantine shall flourish not
when kept in shade, stilled in the pod,
nor will our love, without the spark
of nature, and the love of God.
Remain here, nestled in my care,
and feel the measure of His power,
with nourishment for heart and soul,
as the elements sustain the flower.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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