A Petal to His Pleasing

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Nothing but to surrender
A yielding to some end
God only knows,
To be part of something
I yet can only feel.
I see it faintly
Though often wrongly still.
What is it to me 
That I useless be 
To every other purpose 
But His own,
A flower’s petal 
To His pleasing?
And when I’m finished,
I will fall away
With as much delight
As when I came.
For it is the cosmic thing
That matters.
Perhaps it is all there ever was,
All that I ever lived for anyway.
And perhaps the fire that lit me
Is the same that will 
Consume me in the end.