Flower in the Crannied Wall
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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I love this poem. It was my mother’s favorite and she recited it often. I think of hear when I hear it or read it. Thanks for the bliss it brings. it makes my day special. Hope to see you at the next open mic.
Hi Sara,
Thank you so much for sharing your mother’s love for this poem.
It is so brief, yet to big and beautiful — it holds so much within it.
For some reason, I felt moved to return to this poem for Something
Wonderful — I must have known it was for someone special!
Write on,
Karin