‘Missing’ Gifts

This morning,

as I rounded the corner to check my raised beds,

I had a gift waiting for me.



These Sungold cherry tomatoes were ripe

and a vivid orange.

I rinsed one off in the water hose and popped it in my mouth.




And then,

with eyes closed,

I prayed

the words

thank you .

Thank you for distracting me from the

‘missing’

I am feeling.



This brand new bloom helped too.

I miss my girls;

I miss my grandsons.

All of our girls won’t be here for Easter.

My grandsons won’t be here either.


And I understand.

I have decided that a huge part of getting older

is being

UNDERSTANDING.

So I am going to turn my gaze to

Holy Gifts

and

the corresponding

earthly gifts

of nature visiting in my garden

as well.

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