May, and its that season when flowers abound and children gather bouquets and garlands all around to celebrate Mothers bringing whatever comes to hand from field or garden: tokens of love to present with hugs and kisses.
And the grief of who misses a child her mother or a mother her child will not, cannot be forgot and the ones who would be mothers— if only, if only.
What could be more beautiful? The warbling of the birds, the scents of the flowers or the lilac blooms themselves?
I came outside to admire the lilacs in their full glory, inhale their light perfume. Instead, I stopped enthralled by hidden choristers: birds singing in excited conversations one musical trill to another from deep within the shrubbery. An echo from across the way answers— A moment in harmony.
May Day 2022: Pinecrest Azalea Garden, Oak Ridge, MO
Walking into a wonderland someone’s hands have fashioned: a spring floribunda fiesta— an abundance of azaleas mound up around a grove of oak and pines. A hillside, a valley all drenched in color sublime.
Wander, stroll, ramble the grassy promenades, pause take photos with mind and eyes focus on the details, beware the bees. Dwell a spell on a worn, welcoming bench. Quench your thirst in petalled bounty. Drink deeply love’s manifest expression thanking God and those whose vision creates, maintains and freely offers this rare treasure. Walk with care all who pass here. Pay tribute in whatever coin you have to give..
The question is what does God require of you, and what are
you willing to do in response?
You did not turn stones to bread
on the dry, dusty roads of your life, Christ.
For yourself, your own comfort, what did you do
No recorded self-centered act?
The water to wine trick….
That was at your mother’s insistence.
And did you have a taste of it yourself?
The fig tree without figs—it became a parable,
not a fit of peevishness.
Like the branches that refuse to bear fruit:
lopped off and thrown on the brush pile.
Hey, I get it: faith without works—
that trip James explained.
The pressing demanding crowds
who barged in on your quiet times…
Christ, Lord, you fed them with broken pieces
of bread and fish—not words of admonishment.
You did not turn one leper away,
one more interruption to the day. Instead you…