In Our Summer Field A Flower Grew

 

I am a child of 9
     And I come to you today

I’m not about to tell you the whole of it
     Only this part . . . .

 

When I was younger
     A mystery occurred in my house
          That made me wonder why

     Simply that

Made me wonder why I’d been born

          Can you listen to what I tell you?
                    Can you take the time?

Yes, spirit. I listen with an open heart.

I am a child of 9
     I told you

     But this was prior to that
          This was me at 7 years old

In our summer field
     (We called it that
          It was our pet name)

In that field
     A flower grew

          Long and

               Tall and

                    White
                         And out of place

Which made me wonder

     Who had planted it there
          And why?

I began to ask
     In my innocent way

          I began to watch

     I began to hold my own vigil
          Of curiosity

          I began to play there
               Just to see who would come

And in the days that ensued
     A pattern arose
          That a bird would come
               Each night
                    To sing an evening song

     Sitting on the nearest blade of grass

Each night a song arose
     Weaving a melody of truth
          That someone was buried there

                 Just there
                    Under the surface of the ground

     And that those who knew her         
          Grieved the loss of her still
               Though many years had passed
                    Since she had left this realm

The beauty of that rose
     Spoke to her gentle nature
          In such a way,
     That those whose eyes were fortunate enough
          To rest on the delicate petals
               Were instantly reminded of her
          With both joy and sorrow
               In equal measure

For wasn’t she
     A joy to hold in ones heart

     While at the same time
          One who evoked deep sorrow
               At her loss

Listen to that song with me

     Open your heart
          And let is woeful melody
               Melt your heart
          So that I might not be alone
               As its witness

                    Would you do that for me?

Yes spirit. I open my heart to witness your journey so that you might know you are never alone.

Well, then I thank you for that

     Now I can rest
          In your knowing

               Amen

 

~

 

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contact me at onspiritswings@gmail.com

 

 

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