For Such a Time

The land in April swells from stark to crowded. Winter's dark moments are tilled into new life. When I think of love without labels, there is you – changing the world for a time – melting me like Spring. For such a time.

The sun turns its gaze upon us. Icarus and Narcissus have something in common – they cannot look away from that which calls them to death. Thank God that is not the end; it is the harder path unto the beginning. Daffodil O Daffodil – these dances in the meadow – the tangible remnants of what is truly gifted. No man or woman knows what you know. No handsome devil or feathered thing makes you divine. When you see the truth, even the soul lifts in awe.

Forget-me-nots spring forth in a place they were not planted. Look closely enough and know you are tended in the womb of the earth. When nothing makes sense or feels right, go to Her. There is nothing She cannot make complete.

The garden begins. Attention shifts pain from bent knee and bent back to that which will grow, feed and complete. Pine scent mixes with hyacinth soil. My heart cannot expand any further and still remain intact. I have nothing left to ask of anyone, except, let us plunge ourselves deeper here, into the dirt, our skin warmed by sunlight, for the sake of peace.