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I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord; “plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”

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Hyssop, Delphinium, Cornflower, Thyme

September 17, 2021



 

A recitation, this liturgy

Of living things, with

Hands deep in the earth.

Their bitterness and sweetness,

Tap roots and green life

Filled with a constant pulse.

Saints’ bones buried

In homage, a rhythm

Of returning—

 

Hyssop, Delphinium,

Cornflower, Thyme

 

The oaks all died,

July lighting a lacework

Canopy of naked limbs.

No liturgy, no incantation,

No resurrection for these

Stoic prophets in dusty shoes,

Standing sentinel above

White pine, sassafras,

and last year’s acorns.

 

Hyssop, Delphinium,

Cornflower, Thyme

 

Tender leaves on tiny plants,

Confident, waving energetically,

Their strength a mystery,

Sitting in the strange joy of grief

That is memory holding

To the past. What of the oaks—

Old relics to be worried over.

What of the oaks—we thought

They would never die.

 

Hyssop, Delphinium,

Cornflower, Thyme

 

Blue towers bending

Over a toddler’s head, one

Who will never remember those trees.

But we are here—

Cornflower twisted with thyme,

A playful crown to adorn

The morning of life, to be saved,

Pressed, and rediscovered

On an unknown day.

 

Hyssop, Delphinium,

Cornflower, Thyme

 

It is said flowers

Have their meanings,

As, too, do the oaks.

What do we know

Of the first blooming, or leaf?

Enough for memory to fill

With myriad seeds, reminders

That fruit will bear until here

Is long forgotten.

 

Hyssop, Delphinium,

Cornflower, Thyme

 

These oaks, and flowers,

Take their root where once

Foundations stood, where we will be

No more than weakened bone

To feed their roots.

Look here, little one, and old

Alike, the tiny shoots,

The telltale leaves of

A whole new past beginning.



The featured image is courtesy of Sam Keyes and used with his gracious permission for Cultivating.



 

 

 

Susan Mulder

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