Friday, December 30, 2011

Wilting flowers


You saw me bloomed,
flourished, when my colour was the strongest;
You bathed yourself in my perfume;
You were in great joy,
for all these miracles are the work of Yours, and Yours alone;
But save me, my Master, 
as I know my time in this worthless world is coming to an end, 
they had abandoned me;
Adore me, if You would, 
and I know You would, my Lord,
at this age, 
when my colour is gradually fading,
until I could no longer stand to worship you,
but to meet You,
face to face.

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