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| "Garden Gate", watercolor, by Nita Leger Casey |
They know the flowers are not dead,
but just
transforming under frost. They know
that nothing
truly dies but only changes, turns
from loveliness to beauty, smoothly
flowing
in the river of undying life. The
silver crust
of frost is just a sheet of safety
to
protect the garden in its time of change.
They walk and know their lives are
streaming
onward with the stars and fish and
flowers,
changing as the universe is pleased
to change them.
Today their lives are joined as
friends among
the flowers, and years from now
they’ll be
among the stars or sweeping through
a sea
as waves in this amazing and unending
life.
This meant a lot to me today, Ham. The long grey drippy December hangs heavy here. It's so good to hear your words of hope!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the good thoughts, Albie. I have reread this poem a few times to pick up my spirits.
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