One for her first and one for her third,

Tis the reason for the soil to care for such precious gifts.

Years ago, these two were planted side by side

In remembrance.

Looking out of the window, face aged with sorrow, she found no comfort in the prickly bushes.

It hurt while pruning and it saddened her to remember

Why Father gave her these bushes in the first place.

One for her first and one for her third,

Tis the reason for the soil to bury such precious gifts.

Why should loss happen

Not once but twice?

Why should the soil take what should be cradled in her arms

And how is grief part of the growing?

Tears fall like raindrops

Releasing loss to receive nourishment.

Winter passes and spring tiptoes out of hiding.

Each day the two rose bushes grow stronger as they point due east

And in the midst of new life she finds hers too.

The space is still hollow and the pitter-patter silent

Yet she finds strength to look out the window each day

At the two rose bushes beginning to bloom.

One May morning, she rises to a sunlit room -

It's Mother's Day.

She peeks out the window and what does she see?

Two blooms of scarlet blooming radiantly.

Instead of grief she finds comfort and

Thanksgiving replaces her emptiness.

Because she knows why her Father planted these seeds one year ago

One for her first and one for her third

Tis the reason for the soil to grow such precious gifts.

#10: We must prune the thorns of sorrow to grow a life full of bloom

Till next time, let your light shine!

Blessings, christen

Day 2 – Why?

 

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