Faint lotus,
your outline
appearing in the sun,
my clumsiness
could keep
your buds from opening,
your roots
from finding soil
and taking hold
here in our world,
but faith repairs
what error's done.
You come
from the Invisible,
where you exist
as archetype.
May you become
the template
of my life.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faint-lotus/
