I Never Deserved

You flowers of Reprieve,
Respite from the battles.
You spectacular reflections
of divine love,
How blessed am I,
standing in your presence?

Were that I could be
a drop of rain
upon your petals,
a gentle kiss before
the sun would take me.

But I can only admire
your form and colors,
so freely given;
An idiot in awe.

Were that I could be
the dirt in which you root,
to become part of you,
unified in nourishment,
a whole part of your love.

But I am only a foolish man,
a brute among the delicate,
savage chaos to aspire
to your ordered petals, leaves;
Symmetry and form.

You flower of grace,
decency and charity,
How I worship
the life you exude!