Spring Flowers
Last night after sunset
I put my flower children to bed,
covered their cheery pink faces
with blankets, towels, and sheets,
said, "Goodnight, stay warm,
don't let the frost-bugs bite,"
hoping, when I arose next day,
that the long cold night
had not nipped their spring noses
and frightened them to death.
How carefully I care
for the small flower garden,
protecting all I can from harm.
Yet, when the green shoots
of my own inner growth
push their way out,
I seem to leave all to chance
and little to care.
I wonder why.
— Joyce Rupp, The Circle of Life
by Joyce Rupp, Macrina Wiederkehr