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Flower Communion

What a gathering—the purple
tongues of iris licking out
at spikes of lupine, the orange
crepe skirts of poppies lifting
over buttercup and daisy.

Who can be grim
in the face of such abundance?
There is nothing to compare,
no need for beauty to compete.

The voluptuous rhododendron
and the plain grass
are equally filled with themselves,
equally declare the miracles
of color and form.

This is what community looks like—
this vibrant jostle, stem by stem
declaring the marvelous joining.
This is the face of communion,
the incarnation once more
gracefully resurrected from winter.

Hold these things together
in your sight—purple, crimson,
magenta, blue. You will
be feasting on this long after
the flowers are gone.

About the Author

Lynn Ungar

The Rev. Dr. Lynn Ungar is a poet, a freelance UU minister offering supply preaching, and a dog trainer. She lives in Vancouver, Washington, with her two Australian Shepherds.

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Purple iris blossom.
A bumblebee in a bright orange poppy.