Engaging with Forget-me-nots OR A Gardener's Tale
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Several friends are keen gardeners; their eyes brighten up even the dullest of days as they enthuse about spring, its longer, lighter days and splashes of colour;. One mentioned only yesterday that a favourite flower is the forget-me-not.
Now, yesterday was Holocaust Memorial Day. As my thoughts
turned to the horrors of Hitler’s Germany, they also took to heart such loved-ones
as each and every one of us have lost in past and present times; just as they
were a part of us once, so they remain, missed for their physical absence, yet
continuing to inspire our every heartbeat.
Such are our fondest memories; flowers that comprise a
Garden of the Heart where, once planted, the seeds of remembrance are as likely
to spread no less a burst of colour than time itself… if we but let them.
ENGAGING WITH FORGET-ME-NOTS or A GARDENER’S
TALE
There
is a time to forget,
a
time to discard, a time to re-engage
with
a native soil
that’s
been prepared, cared for,
nurtured
in readiness
to
give life, hope, and happiness
in
a process of renewal
meant
to regenerate the Spirit of Spring
in
the wake of winter
Ah, and who can ever forget
such
clouds of frothy blue as may well
be
gifts from Apollo
from
heavens seeking to inspire us,
compensate
us in part
for
life stories that leave little left
to
tell, even less to show
a
curious world who or what from the start
engaged
a human heart
I
look out on a garden struggling
to
survive, its natural zeal encouraging
it
to live, root and branch,
letting
the eye see what nature can do
given
time, space, heart
and
hands blessed with an affinity
for
an imagination inclined
to
keep inner eyes on such moving fingers
as lighten up our seasons
Bright
are the colours of a garden
that
temper all weathers with anticipation
of
even brighter tomorrows,
sure to lift even the saddest of hearts
above
its darkest sorrows,
reminding
us of song and laughter
and
such sweet truths
as much-loved ghosts can hear, share with us
its finer, greater treasures
Copyright R N Taber, 2021
Labels: forget-me-mots, gardening, global consciousness, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, memories, nature, nurture, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, posthumous consciousness, remembrance, society
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