The Rose of Sharon

The world may be unaware
if it blossoms, or if it withers.

The rose of Sharon gives out
its fragrance in secret and calm.

It may be afflicted in its life
in the thorn bush of windy mountain in Golgotha.

The seal of no one but the Creator
glorifies a worthless wild flower above all.

The erratic court of waste palace,
the desolate yard deserted of men,
only has the moonlight come in to fill to the full.
 

March, 1955