GENTLE POWER

Awareness stirred this morning through a rose,A white, pure thing of beauty. Softly curled,Its petals etched a message at the closeOf contemplation that could rock a world.Perceiving symmetry in rare reflection,I touched that moment infinite design.And in the rhythm of each curve's perfectionThe essence of all harmony was mine.I sensed the force of ages calmly stilledIn one creation—nature's highest art;Serenity and patient strength had willedA masterpiece awakening my heart.I trembled at the magnitude of powerThat could, so gently, bring to birth a flower!

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THE AUDIENCE CHAMBER
November 13, 1954
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