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How to Survive A Cold And Weary World - an Easter Story by the Arctic Lily

The arctic poppy 
stretched into existence 
rooted on a rock
surrounded by ice
it unfurled
its lemon cream petals 
in an open embrace
with the sun
the small meek flower
filled with warmth
and smiled

A scorpionfly 
buzzed by
and declared,
“How tedious it must be
to spend one’s day
staring at a ball of light. 
Instead 
tantalize your eyes
with the earthly
fun, glory, and excitement 
around you!
Animals 
intertwine their limbs and horns,
rivers
frolic and dance, and
mountains
lengthen 
to show off
their fine 
dress
layered with a  
multitude of
colors and textures.”
But, the quiet flower
gazed only at the sun.

A wolf spider 
dropped by 
and persuaded,
“Poor child,
snow completely 
surrounds you.
Ice even grows 
from your stem and hairs.
It’s okay 
to surrender 
for a moment.
Droop your head
curl in your petals
and rest your eyes.
But, the yellow bloom 
only turned more golden 
as it kept its eyes steady 
upon the fiery globe above

A grey wolf 
its eyes always darting
padded quietly up to our hero
and whispered,
“This is a dangerous land
and you are much too sweet.
Of course,
you’re safe from me.
However,
there’s a reindeer nearby 
and I am afraid
to it 
you are prey.
Quick!
Duck!
Hide!
Be safe!
But, the poppy resolutely
stood more erect
while its sight
never wavered 
from the great light in the sky

A grizzly bear 
although seemingly in a hurry
looked down down down 
upon the humble poppy
and growled,
“Don’t you know 
that winter is coming?
There’s far too much 
to be done
for one to take time
to stare at the sun!
Be intelligent 
and focus
only
on the tasks
of the world.
Heed my word 
or perish
little one.”
But, the arctic poppy 
chose
to keep its sights
on celestial heights

And the seasons changed 
And the snow piled high
And the faithful flower was buried

And the seasons changed
And the snow melted
And the devoted flower returned 

For you see
this plant 
had learned from
centuries old memories 
of One 
who perfectly 
kept His sight 
upon The Light
was buried
and rose again

Copyright © Robert Sidwell

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