The kingdom within

As a crocus expands in the sunAnd contracts in the cold,So we, beneath the healing touch of Love,Put forth our petals and shineWith a reflected radiance not our own.Yet, when we let the creeping coldOf doubt and fear invade our thought,We shell-like snap tight those petalsAnd present a hard, impervious surfaceTo resist the good we crave,And cramped and cold in the prison cellOf our hard thoughts, we grieve forOur lost love—when all the whileThe key to all our heart's desireIs just at hand.

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