Petals… Paris… Peace…
It seems so strange to see peaceful gardens in our yards when tragic events have unfolded in Beirut and Paris in recent days. The words below somehow wrestle with it. May those who suffer soon know some peace.
Petals… Paris… Peace…
Petals,
Perched on limbs,
Holding our gaze,
In their mauve and magenta hues.
Fallen petals,
Like covering of carpet
Resting on the gravely soil,
Like fallen innocents
On streets of Paris and Beiruit.
Their beauty and lives still.
And still matter.
Matter to us.
Fallen petals,
Soft and serene
Know not the struggle.
Yet we delight in them,
In their life for us.
Their colours fade
As their moisture wanes,
Yet their goodness is passed
On to the grainy gravel,
And,
It rises up.
A new shoot,
A stock of green,
Bringing new life
To the sight,
The form,
And the texture,
Of our days.
Fallen flowers
Fallen innocents
Visit regret upon us.
May we witness
New life coming,
As the goodness of the fallen
Rise in us.
Violence may taunt more retaliation.
But a life well lived
Inspires, yes, breathes anew,
Life in others.
Simon C.J. Falk 14 November 2015
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I love the petals imagery. Very poignant.
Thank you. I was wandering in the garden and the petals, both live and wilting, caught my attention.