FLOWERS FOR AIDAN

Last evening I went to the White House for the Wednesday night Poetry reading. There I met Eamonn Prendergast who recognised me from my occasional attendance at the Society of Friends (Quakers)) meetings at Punches Cross. He also knew Aidan (R.I.P.) from the meetings and wrote the following poem in his memory on the 29 th. Of February 2008...~GOSh.~

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BLOSSOMING AND BLEEDING

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There is a red tulip in every heart,

Opening and closing,

Blossoming and bleeding,

Dancing and struggling,

Living

Loving and grieving,

She is the red tulip in every man

He is the red tulip in every woman

God

That fragile flower within

The essence

Love

Love seeking to live

On a summers day dancing

In the winters dancing rain waiting

In every face

Seeking

Embrace

Busting from within

The Son upon this earth

Red tulips

Blossoming and bleeding.

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Eamonn Prendergast