tea flowers

Tea Flowers

by Troy Cady

It’s a puzzle

how each one unfolds

like a Spirit flame—

unpredictable

how each one becomes

(always Becoming!)

more open,

more beautiful

like a sunset

baptized,

risen from the flood.

That which we suppose dead

is alive.

Remember, flowers,

new days begin at dusk.

Precious flowers, wild-

sprung from earth,

give thanks and be glad

for the transparency

that magnifies the blooming.

Each flower unique,

a manifest of

the holy cloud of unknowing.

How will each unfold?

These flowers will surprise.

I wonder…

how is it that we hear

the flower’s voice by silence?

Dearly beloved, listen to these flowers,

flourishing quietly, slowly in the living water.

Dearly beloved, listen to these flowers—

their voice goes out to all the earth.

Amen and amen.

for the Gladness and Hunger PlayGroup

May 21, 2015