Green leaves of the cherry tree
sparkle in morning light
while ocean’s breath
cools the valley.
Suffering these last weeks,
reverence was hard to come by,
attention to pain
prevailed over beauty,
yet the sight of you
awakened me,
ransomed my heart
from the prison of bones.
I take communion
in the sacrament of thanks
and rise from anguish
with the faith of green leaves.
Reading of “Faith of Leaves” with music by Boccherini.
So much in consciousness can block out reverence. Thank God for the faith of leaves, the encompassment of the Sun’s warmth, and most of all the comforting love of family and friends. And certainly the inspiration of poets.
Grief with its aching remorse now fades into the rearview — while Grace with Its reverent acceptance now swells in the forward view anew. I see You There now and always, where precious Peace abides ever resonant in Us All …
You turned pain into a fine love lyric.