Of a Dried Up Flower

Grace Volkmer

There’s something visceral about all of this
There’s beauty here too because you have given it
So scattered at times
But always new
Whatever you give is a reflection of you
So dim at times
Like the light in a chapel
That glows only from one candle flame
Next to the place of that tabernacle
Where you call home in this hidden little place
Never more will I see
Except the love you give
In all those crushed roses and dried petals still
Here
Next to the veil where you wait behind
Lifting corners at times
So we see though but dim
Ever Ancient, ever New
Yet now we begin
Not running far away
But finding the meadows here
In the place where you give
The flowers at times
So small and seemingly imperceptible
To the naked eye
Let us always return to you
And see the good you give.

Grace Volkmer is from Lincoln, Nebraska. She studies Psychology with a minor in Theology at Benedictine College. She enjoys writing poetry, as well as writing songs with a few on streaming platforms. Her inspirations come from hidden moments and real-life experiences. She hopes to pursue counseling to encounter people in their suffering, as well as to continue singing and writing as ways to participate in beauty, truth, and goodness.