My last offering

The Lotus

The day you came to me a begging

I was drowned by joy and grief

I’d fill your bowl to the brim I vowed

But no pauper; you turned out to be a royal thief

Every thing that was mine you robbed

And yet I glowed like a bride in ecstasy

Holding the Salver on your own

When you called me out from your throne

I was still at choosing flowers

The best for you to adorn

The gales came rushing in

And oh my beloved king

They left barren, all my trees .

Please take me, whispered my heart

I am waiting for Him from the start

Bemused I looked in

And there oh my king

Bloomed a single lotus

My last offering!