Winter was barely gone,
He marveled as he watched the blades of grass,
Still wet from the bath of morning dew,
Joyously shining as its water drops reflected the brilliant morning sun,
Oh they bore the brunt of unforgiving winter days,
More than any man will ever know,
For many months carrying many feet of snow,
Clothed in a shell of unyielding ice,
Yet,
They refused to cling to the brutal sting of that painful past,
And grew at the slightest chance,
The mere sight of distant spring,
Even before it fully came,
He titled that entry in his journal "Marvel",
Later named one of his children the same,
And prays faithfully on a daily basis,
" Let me be like those blades of grass Lord - Help me " .
Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary
