A flower smiled at me
as I was walking by,
distracted by my thoughts, and cares,
all unaware that here
within my reach
there was this stunning power:
beauty in a broken world.
I might have missed it in my rush,
but it stood tall and proud
it’s glowing, sun-rimmed, dark-eyed face
on level with my own
and beckoned me to stop
and gaze
and take a breath of joy.
And as I stood, and gazed, and breathed
— for this sweet moment full-aware —
the flower swayed and waved it’s salutation
moving in the wind
of passing cars
(which, doubtless, burned the flower
with their breath of noxious gas
that over-heats the life of growing, greening things).
But still the flower danced
and in that dance
it tugged the corners of my mouth
to smile back.
Faith, Family, & Focaccia 
July 16, 2019 at 1:59 pm
Thank you, Serena
You are so gifted. Your writing is always clear, incisive, and compassionate. This poem will be the first one I share with my Kainos Religious.Special Ed class. They love your poems and sermons and it gets them to open up and share their experiences as well.
May God Bless
Dan
July 16, 2019 at 2:35 pm
How lovely! I’m so glad to know my writing open up conversations.