Beautiful Narcissus became a daffodil,

And they shoot out blooms in Spring,

He looked upon the water,

And to himself began to sing,

He waited there, in a trancelike stare,

He dared himself to move,

And then what the Greeks won’t mention:

God decided to improve.

I wonder if there are lakes in Gethsemane,

The borders are the rivers,

If all new life came from dust and watery mud,

Would Narcissus be delivered?

I suppose a bouquet of dandelions

Would make a good first plea,

I really wish I could make this clear:

It was always always free.

I’ve got nothing better to do,

Than write without a care,

So unless you’re done with your watery mirror,

Don’t act like it is fair.


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I am a teacher-to-be who loves people. I am not afraid of many things. I like to explain my thoughts logically on a very birds-eye view level--I was born thinking that way. I follow Jesus Christ, and I accept only that label to describe my identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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