On Easter afternoon my husband and I went to a friends house to drop off a card and plant. We expected her to be home but when I knocked on her front door and also rang the bell several times there was no answer. It seemed she was not home so I turned around to leave but noticed some tiny blue specks in her front yard. I walked over to the spot and saw they were little windflowers about a dozen or so growing in the grass. It reminded me of a poem I wrote and posted in my blog on July 7, 2019. I decided to post the poem again this morning:
There on the lap of Mary sits the One who holds our every hope Who looks down on creation at wonders great and small The Babe with blue bird lightly held wings spread as if to fly
As He the Son of heaven peers below intently viewing Tiny windflowers dots of color growing in the meadow. She adoring her sweet child as she sits upon a rock Her Mantle sheer and flowing blowing in the breeze.
They look upon the windflowers and it seems a sadness looms For as they bloom a while and wither so shall we Yet they recede and bloom again, as we shall live anew We, like tiny windflowers scattered on the earth
He bends to watch each flower as He does for you and me Then tilts His head toward the Lady dressed in blue Who guides us as a Mother, and loves us as her own And holds us close to Jesus as we were meant to be.
DJ Pasternak June 2019
The funny thing was our friend was home but her she was raking in the back yard a distance away and not visible from the front of her house. We never got to see her on Easter but called that evening. Today is April Fools Day but we were unintentionally fooled yesterday. Yet if not going there, I would not have revisited the poem or seen the delicate little Windflowers.
DJ Pasternak, Author 