Heliotrope

as heliotrope’s blood, ran flush and scarlet
at the advance of her champion,
the thundering sight of his chariot wheels circling the sky…

may i,

silent as the underfoot snowdrop,
lower my eyes at the sound of Your loving approach,
and pale with devotion.

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