A Seed dropped in a crack
on my small patio 5 years ago.
At the time of my husband’s passing
I observed a seedling growing in this crack.
It is now a tree. It desires to reach up in to the heavens.
To soar amongst the birds & the butterflies
It dances in glory hanging over my small deck
As a canopy amidst two colored umbrellas &
Numerous hanging blown glass beauties!
You can not stop a life from flourishing
If the heart ❤️ wants it to flourish
We have added 5 additional souls
to my husbands family’s rich heritage
Since his RETURN TO GOD.
My granddaughter who was born
a month after his passing
thinks that she knew him
She says “remember when Papah . . ..”
We of course say. “Yes. We remember.
We remember him well.”
Every morning I see his photo hanging
on my bedroom wall when I wake up.
Every day I experience his presence in my life.
In the happy noises of his ten grandchildren
cooing & talking & playing exuberantly.
In our children & their spouses
As they laugh & play & nourish & love their families
They rise up as this tree.
as a canopy over me in their love
& in their care for both my heart & for my soul.
I am a widow. But I am not alone.
I am like this tree as well
Growing in a crack
In a changing season.
Reaching up into the heavens
Where the butterflies & the birds soar.
You can not stop a heart from flourishing
If it wants to flourish!
