Purest Ray

Purest Ray

Hey purest ray of God,
You pass through the endless prism
Of human time
Only to emerge at the last
What you were at the beginning,
A smiling negro boy
Holding an Indian cornflower-
So rare it blossoms once
In a hundred years.

– Mahiruha Klein.

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