The springtime sun revealed the sad state of our yard this weekend. And while my husband mowed the lawn for the first time this year, I tried to be thankful for the abilities that are still mine, and enjoy the small containers that I had filled with pansies. They were my Mom’s favorite spring flowers, after all.
But not too many minutes later, I heard myself bemoaning the fact that I could not rake and trim and spend the entire day working like I used to do. Where only moments before I saw the beauty, now I could only see the tasks still left undone.
There is so much beauty all around–free for the taking! We wait all winter for spring, but then rush past its beauty on our way to the next task, the next season.
I have so much to see in this small garden that I’ve been given. And while I cannot do all of the things I wish I could, I can pause, remove the blinders, and peer into this life of mine.
The garden that is my heart,
would sing with a beauty all it’s own,
a tune of springtime and life renewed,
if I could hear the music
being sung to my soul.
A song of daffodils and pansies
of robins and finches,
A song of Love sent
from a God who cares
And dreamed all of this
for hearts to receive.
This #Haiku #Poetry was offered for the challenge put out by Ronovan over at his site: Ronovan Writes
where the prompts this week are “Beautiful&Curse.”
Join me there to see a great list of other Haiku.