Is the daisy judged
Because its seed
Fell into an arid ditch,
Where not enough rainfall
Moistened its root
To nourish its stems to grandest height,
Or its petals to fullest bloom?
It did the best it could.
I've done my best,
And this my prayer:
That when I fall,
And my seeds have blown,
That they will find more fertile fields
In which to sprout and grow,
And that the tiny part of my life
Because its seed
Fell into an arid ditch,
Where not enough rainfall
Moistened its root
To nourish its stems to grandest height,
Or its petals to fullest bloom?
It did the best it could.
I've done my best,
And this my prayer:
That when I fall,
And my seeds have blown,
That they will find more fertile fields
In which to sprout and grow,
And that the tiny part of my life
Which carries on in theirs,
And that which is changed
And that which is changed
To that which shall be then,
Be hailed by the confirming echoes
Be hailed by the confirming echoes
Of enchanted creation,
“It
“It
Is
Good.”
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