by Josette Davison
Wandering…
Through fields of tiny flowers
Mindful not to tread on them
I wonder…does God hear me?
Hear my prayer?
Why am I here?
Stumbling over stones
His answer comes
In a trinity of bright violets
Blooming midst the rocks
In the whisper of trees
In bird song — in scented air
He speaks to me
Answers my prayer
I hear — I care —
Three beautiful expressions of hope’s resurgence through shock and despair. Love’s defeat of bitterness, especially through reassurance of God’s love through nature really hit home with me. Thank you, Jo, for your willingness to share feelings so close to the bone.
Betty
Very lovely to read some things that you have written. To “open a can of worms” I am Claudia Coster Schwab. I am remembering the day we said goodby in my living room in Spartanburg. I think that Kathleen and Lori (sp) never had an opportunity to maintain their friendship. I suppose that was just one of the good things in life that does not get to fulfill itself. I have a Christmas card you sent us, I guess about 55 years ago. And a Chriatmas hand painted object that survives in my possession. Oh life