I like the random flowers
you sometimes see when passing
a scratch of grass by a rusted fence,
or a forgotten dirt lot strewn with garbage
chucked from car windows.
There’s a clutch of daffodils as if they were
just borrowed from a bouquet and planted
in some sort of brave gesture. Those errant
blooms saying that even a bare spot of nothing
deserves a touch of grace.
The Braided Way is a framework to see every faith tradition as a strand, braided into a larger whole of spiritual awareness. In the Braided Way, combining spiritual practice from various faiths allow us to explore sacred experience and wonder in forms that resonate with our personal spiritual needs and sacred intuitions. In today’s culture, many people shun religious dogma, but yearn for spiritual connection. The Braided Way allows the ceremonies and practices of multiple faiths to be available without the confinements of cultural dogma.
my goodness yes, I love this poem and the clutch of daffodils