I’m on my walk; it’s just on 6am
The cool air is invigorating
I’m surrounded by the silence of the morning
Shattered by the occasional worker
Driving through my thoughts.
I pass by the gardens resplendent in orchids
Their bright yellow so boldly displayed
As if not a worry in the world.
My mind is as always filled with thoughts
Of change and sacrifice
Of understanding and commitment.
Above all its trust that I must generate
From within me and without me,
The call for an alternative
From what I thought was the simple and direct
Is not so easy when I see suffering
My heart aches that I am responsible.
There is beauty all around me
I see it in every step I take
And in my mind there too is beauty
That I have to allow mend, repair,
Find its way to where it needs to be
To rejoice in its own brand of freedom
Far from impedance.
I pick one bloom
Hold it to my nose
Take in its scent.
Looking into its rich yellowness
I see an inner strength and passion
But on touching it I sense its vulnerability
Its fragile nature needing to be nurtured
And even when its brittleness is threatened
I know it will restore again.
I smile for it grounds me there and then
As I remember why I am doing this
That someone far more worthy than me
Awaits me in the midst of these yellow orchids.
I step more lively now
Awake and alert to my purpose.