the loving that was

I remember.

Long summer days
watching a row of sunflowers
as they held daily devotions
turning from east to west
feeling into the light.

I, in the fullness of grief,
felt numb to the bright resilience
of their heavy blooms.

Yet they invited me to sit, each day.

And I remembered.

Moments, days, seasons
how there is a beginning and a turning
how we sometimes meet in the middle
how each of us will journey
from here to there
full of light if we lift our gaze.

Each morning, I rose and sat
until my heart was able to soften
into the loving that was
and will ever be.

-gina greene, 2022