for Marissa
Through the curtain
Of water beads
You passed into
The realm of Zion
And first gained access
To the African Violet’s
Innermost doorway
And there you
Snapped this photo
Of blossoms half opened
Like heads bowed in prayer
That provides us with a glimpse
Of life on the growing edge
In radiant spring light
Vast as a continent
It unfolds before us
Awaiting discovery
A place where faith
Still holds full sway
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