Lenten
Lilies
(For
Frances)
Ceramic, smooth and milky white
a jug of
promise holds green daffodils in bud.
They draw me in as I pass the table
but I cannot watch and wait
to capture such a slow changing.
I pass.
Days pass
in hope and anticipation,
I can only imagine what will be,
what will create a swift lifting of my heart
the gift that is a flower.
I will love each one
for its colour,
for its beauty,
for its scent,
for it is a miracle,
lenten like the lilies,
a promise to me, soon coming,
Cait O’Connor
Beautiful flowers and a beautiful poem, Cait.
ReplyDeleteJust this morning I was thinking that I should buy a bouquet of daffodils today so that they will be open when I take them to the airport to greet my parents on Wednesday.
Yes, beautiful. And we know spring is coming. The daffs are marching.
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much, Cait. I am honored! Your words perfectly capture the joy I have had in my own daffodil vigils.
ReplyDeleteCan you imagine that just an hour ago, I came back to my apartment with another little bundle of tightly budded daffs. These flowers are now resting for just a bit in my little green pitcher, before they begin their performance.
I think I will just go and check on them right now! xo