I can barely believe the strange days of late spring that have found me “The English Patient,” if you will, living day after day under order of a hospital staff who tell me when and what to eat, wear, do.
They mean well – but are bigger and stronger than I. So, in shoves the medicine, down the hall we go, for exercise. I wear what they want me to wear, take my medicine as it comes, and pray for free minutes to write, and struggle to be of good cheer – while longing to be strong again, and home again, and among family and friends again: praying this may be the week of my release back to freedom.
The wonders of spring come when Molly knocks at my door, shines light through my room, and holds my hand – and won’t let go, and says, “See the dandelions among the lawn outside?” – And presents me with a little tin cup of pansies.
The gardens at our Covenant home are FULL OF FLOWERS! “Let’s go sit in the sunshine by the fountain here at Colonial Acres.”
So we do, and I watch her pick up sticks and pile them for a spring bonfire.
“You know the cherry trees that line both sides of the path at our residence? They are in full bloom. They smell of spring and speak spring. What a gift – of God!”
My wife sees it all – God’s changes, the delicacy of fragile flowers.
My heart is humbled – for now I see that Molly and God are trying to help me see – the beauty of the earth, the wonder of a flower. In fact, the beauty of the month of May, the reminder of my birth – 92 years ago.
Oh, sweet May! Miraculous spring. The mystery of God’s gift of our turning world.
My heart lifts beyond the dark constructs of my own unfaithfulness, and says, “See the beauty. See the world. See the people. SEE THE SPRING. Receive LIFE!
The darkness at last is Day, and Joy, oh Joy! We are God’s spring people! Yay!
Bless all you dear people.
Love to you!
Arthur A Rouner, Jr -
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