Many years ago, before I was really sure that God Is real (and definitely before I recognized Jesus as the Christ), I had an experience one Easter Morning, which I believe was a "seed" that God planted in my heart. I was at my in-laws' house. When we left to go to Mass, I noticed that all of the daffodils were hunched over and facing West. When we returned, the sun was streaming through the trees and morning mist. The daffodils had all turned toward the East and were stretching toward the light and warmed air. I wrote a poem several years later to convey the deeply moving spiritual experience that grew within.
Huddled together with covered heads,
Fear and sadness consumed the bed.
Bonnets of yellow, orange, and white,
Hiding numb faces, sign of their plight.
Torment, regret -- all hope was lost;
Love, it seemed, destroyed; Prince of Peace the cost.
How could it be? He promised so much.
How could He leave, in times of such?
Going unnoticed, rays of light
Pierced morning mist, ending the fight.
Turning to greet Him, Emmanuel,
Recognized slowly, to knees they fell.
Warmth slowly entered bodies so cold,
Broken hearts healed, freeing hurt souls.
Hearts filled with gladness, Hope now restored,
Reaching, receiving; Love freely poured.
Spirit among them, Mercy and Love
Grace given to all, from Heaven above.
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