A Day Of Flowers
I drove aimlessly around for hours this gray and dismal Valentines Day.
With my spirits hanging as low as the clouds above I soon spied a tuft or two of bright yellow in a distant field and I could hear so clearly my departed Leah say.
“Look DA, its daffy-dills…oh pretty, pretty…spring is on its way.”
In days gone by; in the many years of what was a truly wonderful past.
I would have pulled over the car and got out to clip Leah a sprig or two.
Yet today I just stopped and looked from afar at the gray backdrop and yellow hue.
Ten minutes went, maybe twenty, for I don’t truly know, I just sat in remembrance.
I stared at the beauty of the yellow “Daffy-Dills” and thought about life and chance.
These thoughts I pen tonight, I pen not in the sadness that has for so long consumed my mind.
Yet they are penned now in some sort of happy / sad recollection of another day in time.
Should not this heart of mine ponder the fondness, not sadness of once upon a time?
Perchance should I see the sun rise yet still another day and in happy recollection hear my Leah once again so sweetly say…
”Good morning world and I thank you Lord God for this day”?
So where do I stand now in this journey of what once was and what the unknown future brings?
Many are the things to consider as I step out in uncertain faith to build new dreams.
I say uncertain for it has been so long since I have made any journey alone.
Once again the rain began to fall and I eased my car back into the road and headed home.
I drove two more miles, another side road, another country roads winding way.
I then say a bush we call a “breath of spring” and once again I heard my Leah say…
Oh Look Da….its a breath of spring….isn’t God good In every way”?
This time I did not stop as I would have done so many times in the past.
For I realized if not but for just this day sweet memories are meant to last
J. Allen Wilson © 2/14/2009