Hi, friends!
I love cherry blossoms in the springtime.
They carry such fragrant resonance for me of true natural beauty… but they’re time in bloom is ephemeral. So, in other ways, they remind me of the frailty of life. And in other ways the frailty of faith.
More than anything, they remind me to be present. To live more in the moment. To enjoy beauty while it lasts. And to recall that beauty throughout the rest of the year. So, I suppose, that could pertain to faith as well?
I’m no authority on such weighty matters as faith and would rather leave those decisions (and intepretations) up to you as you read this poem.
Please let me know your thoughts and feelings in the Comments Section below.
-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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pink petals fly
Easter stroll ‘long gray
lakeside promenade
cherry blossoms bloom
stark ‘gainst gloomy scrim
petals fall like snowflakes
each custom-made
graceful colors cascade
yet storm clouds loom
beauty resurrected
still destined to die
memories of heaven
tossed to the winds
all fades to gray
tears rain from the sky
recalls once a Savior
as pink petals fly
For me, memories of heaven kind of evokes reincarnation. Otherwise how would we remember having crossed over to the other side? Happy Easter Pat.
I hear you, Naomi. Happy Easter! 💙🌸🍷🙏✨
I am not a religious person PS. But still, this was an evocative and emotional piece. Brilliant writing!
Me either, Wendy. Just felt this poem thematically fit the day for some folks who are… but arguably could have stood alone on any other day, too. LOL… thank you so much for the wonderful comment! Cheers 🌸🙏🍷🌹✨💙