(Haiku by Issa)
A hush often surrounds true beauty, almost as if proclaiming perfection, it might elude the admirer. The wise do not snip budding branches, place them in a vase, but patiently welcome morning's fragrant breeze to lift one's hair. This Easter morn, I see God in the humble tumble of blushing florets pirouetting gracefully to garden's sweet-scented ground. Imagine these petals my sins, forgiven; my shame, my indifference no longer a stumbling block. My potential no longer contained; I feel as if to burst, but quietly walk away, filled with grace.
Beneath grace I blossom(ing)
florets humbly fall.
by Margaret Bednar, March 29, 2016
This is for "dVerse Haibun Monday - #10 Hanami"
and "The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform"
Contemplating sin this Easter. (and of course, the forgiveness of) As a Catholic we believe in mortal and venial sin. Venial sin is "everyday" sin that we might allow to "pile up" - put off asking forgiveness. But when we do this - we also become indifferent, lukewarm - so to speak - and we don't live up to our potential. This is where my thoughts were when pondering this poem... I wanted to through the word "patience" in as well as I believe this is one of the most important virtues - a waiting upon the Lord. It's a humbling.