Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes - The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. --Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Earth is crammed with Heaven in all seasons, but as Spring approaches, I am aware of it with all of my senses. The life that has been slumbering through the cold of winter is waking up.
I hear it, feel it, see it each and every day.
My father rejoiced each year when he saw the first crocus spring up. Last February he was too ill to watch for the crocus himself, and so when it appeared, I took a photo for him.
Last fall I planted crocus bulbs in his memory.
The first bloom appeared this week.
With open heart and eyes I look for Heaven on earth.
I hear it, feel it, see it each and every day.
My father rejoiced each year when he saw the first crocus spring up. Last February he was too ill to watch for the crocus himself, and so when it appeared, I took a photo for him.
The first bloom appeared this week.
With open heart and eyes I look for Heaven on earth.
3 comments:
Ginny what a wonderful remembrance of your father...the first crocus is such a wonderful way to rejoice in the renewal of the Earth and our spirits...I don't think I can look at it in the same way I used to...you have given my soul such a lift as I await the first crocus here...thank you!
Ginny, I love your crocus story! My mother loved crocuses as well. I wrote about them in my blog once. There's something special about crocus. Mama had them all over the yard. I loved the purple and white striped ones! The crocus at her house and mine came about a month late this year. But our favorite patch of crocus bloomed, just under the swing on Mama's front porch. It made me happy and reminded me that life goes on.
This is so touching, Ginny - the memory crocus is beautiful. What a lovely way to continue the cycle of blessing even through loss.
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