Poem February 6, 1989 Issue

The kingdom within

Sandine Wade

As a crocus expands in the sun
And contracts in the cold,
So we, beneath the healing touch of Love,
Put forth our petals and shine
With a reflected radiance not our own.
Yet, when we let the creeping cold
Of doubt and fear invade our thought,
We shell-like snap tight those petals
And present a hard, impervious surface
To resist the good we crave,
And cramped and cold in the prison cell
Of our hard thoughts, we grieve for
Our lost love—when all the while
The key to all our heart's desire
Is just at hand.

Sandine Wade

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