I
needed
a flower today
something
vibrant
in
the midst of
the white and gray and blue
and a poem
possibly my favorite
although
I'm prone to more than one favorite
I think
these will do
quite nicely
~ ~ ~
THESE RUDE FEET
by
Gerhard E. Frost
It isn't my story,
but let me tell it:
In the Scottish highlands
a man of science knelt,
crouched in the morning dew,
the better to hold a microscope
over a heather bell.
Lost in blue traceries of exquisite design
he saw a sun-drawn figure,
the shadow of a man.
Gazing up into a shepherd's face,
he quickly bade him look.
One long moment
the old man stood, beholding,
pierced by microscopic patterns
in the flower.
Then he spoke: "I wish
you'd never shown me that!"
"But, why?" was the surprised response.
"Because," the old man said,
gazing at two worn boots,
"these rude feet have crushed
so many of them."
These rude feet,
and this God's day,
this most resplendent hour!
Father of mercies,
give me eyes,
make me aware:
I walk in Gift today.
