And so it begins...

In your meadows long and green
another stone rose is added
one too many
watered by many a mother’s tears.
In silence we stand in awe
of the flowers that grow within you
hundreds upon hundreds
young buds
opening blooms
tired petals
we stoop to touch them
the coolness of your flowers
lingers on our fingertips.
We pray for the peace
and restful repose
that each flower
so vulnerable, so gentle,
beautiful and brave
planted here
has offered to you
in the name of freedom
and bravery.
Garden of stone
how I hate to see you grow
each day
yet though we can no longer
touch or smell
these flowers given
what a glorious bouquet
awaits us all
in another place
when we walk upon
a greener field
and again see our flowers
young and new
held in God’s hands
and offered back to us again…



Dedicated to those who have given their lives for ours, now and in the past…especially this week -


Caryn M. Suarez