In the spring of the year
they rise from their slumber,
slender stalks supporting
saffron heads,
their bright composure
punctuating the cool green;
yet they are transient.
Bright blonde giving way to
tousled gray
until a breeze blows upon it
and it’s gone.
But God is a forget-me-not.
His steadfast love never ceases,
though He plucks and blows
upon the flower,
He spreads the seeds
upon the wind…
His breath carries life abundant
where many see death.
A reflection on Psalm 103 from my book Soil of the Divine.
Jason Kanz 