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With the first light
the eager Mexican Ruellia
Sends forth
many purple tubular flowers,
Like pretty horns
in an orchestra's brass section,
boldly trumpeting
the start of the day.
Though,
as day's light fades
each horn reluctantly ceases
and falls silently
to the ground,
Knowing the coda
is near,
Bringing to a close
not just to a day in a life,
but to a life
completed
in a day.
If you listen closely
in the dark of night,
You can hear
the next section tuning,
always the promise
of a new song
and a new day.
Lamentations 3:22-23 |
