Sweet little flower

The Celtic Selkie
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read

For now the rain has been and gone,

its drops remain, jewelled tears have shone.

A rose appears upon the earth,

its beauty rises, given new birth.

Raise your head, sweet, little flower,

the time has come, it is the hour.

Look down no more towards the dirt,

let go sweet friend of all the hurt.

I know it threatened to destroy

your little petals; you bring me joy.

Stop little flower, cease trying so hard,

it’s you I long for, yes you I regard.

Come offer me the fragrance of

your heavenly perfume, a gift from above.

It’s you sweet flower, it’s you I love.

The Celtic Selkie

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Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

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