Soulflower, a poem

SOULFLOWER
By Bay Sweetwater

My soul is the burst of joy
that blooms in me
when out the curtained kitchen window
I see the pink morning glory
blooming on the lattice
next to the scruffy old cat
the color of evening,
lazing on the porch railing
in the strong mid-morning sun.

The soulflower loves the sun
and turns toward it,
every petal yearning for its touch,
but a soulflower can bloom in shadow,
and yes, even in darkness too,
for its sun is not in the sky
but deep in the heart
where inextinguishable joy prevails.

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