Today I take the courage I don’t feel
and the resilience I doubt and
all my unspent longing to serve,
and I bring them, cupped in my hands,
to the garden. They nestle there in my palms
like three baby birds that have not yet
opened their eyes. I take them to hear
the pungent song of the garlic shoots
and the thriving chives who chant
how to survive the winter.
I bring them to hear the strawberry leaves
who sing how to flourish despite the frost.
and the old song of chicken manure
and composted grass that hum about
how old life begets new life.
And they open their tiny beaks,
as if they could eat the green song.
How vulnerable they are.
So I open to the song, too.
I do what must be done.
I take in the nourishing song,
and feed them with my own mouth.
Thank you for the tears. I think this one might end up in the Quest, if that would be all right with you.
of course … i am grateful for you to use any of the poems. sending you many blessings, friend
Oh how nature soothes our souls, heals our hurting hearts and sings to us of new life, hope and continuity after struggle! This is beautiful and especially relatable because it chimes with words I’ve posted today on my blog. Your poetry is bringing us daily infusions of hope and soothing soul companionship as we walk this painful pandemic pathway. Thank you, Rosemerry.