Saturday, March 16, 2013
Appreciation for the Flowers
The flowers that you knocked at my door,
into my life
Some are bound and hung as what now seems to be an homage to the memories we once were making;
some are dead and buried in the bottom of a refuse pile.
I hope they make fertile soil
to grow more flowers.
I feel that our moments were much like these flowers
vibrant and alive
followed by dry periods
I had wanted
this cycle to continue
making us stronger,
But when winter brought you back
and whispered promises of spring soon
not seeing the promise.
Blind to all of your seeds and flowers,
only seeing dead gardens
I spoke of only endings.
You, Gentile Giant
always planting seeds
I tried to tend
to breathe life back into
what seemed like our dieing garden.
I went out yesterday to the garden
of all the lost flowers.
And in the midst of all the ruin
I saw green sparkling sprouting.
It whispered nothing but Love