The Crane and the Lotus

I shed a tear when I saw
The discarded bottles and paper
Littering the pristine lake
The water no longer clear but dark.

I stopped as if in tribute
Remembering the way it was so beautiful
Sometimes like glass pure and clear
I could see to the bottom.

Weeks went by and nothing changed
Still the dark littered lake
But one day a bud of a flower
Amazingly appeared in the dingy waste.

The bud opened its petals
And I thought it odd
The pure white petals
Adorning the blackness.

Then a crane pure and white
Stepped precariously along
Not a spot on its pure white body
In spite of where it was.

My soul is like that I thought
Moving among the mire of the world
But not tarnished by the hate
Umblemished by the coruption.

It was not always this way
I took on every flaw
Despite its damage to my spirit
I became as black as this lake.

But the Angels planted in my heart
A small seed of a beautiful flower
One day it bloomed in full glory
And I knew unconditional love.

By Robert

WOW Robert,

This poem is absolutely BEAUTIFUL!  I would say from the bottom of my heart that you should enter this in poetry contests everywhere.......it is very very special, and it brings a message the world needs to hear.

I so admire your talent.  :-)   Thank you for all you do.

Merry Christmas and God bless,  Jill

hello Robert...I thought this was going to be about a Spread Sheet...however it was great writing..

Happy Holidays

  Larry

Hello Robert,

This poem is as beautiful as the flower int htepicture.
Thank you for sharing with us.


Warm Regards
Georgios

Hello Robert,
Your poems are so amazing. Great job,Merry Christmas to you and your Family
Kathy/simikathy.com