POEM - The Dogwood

This is not a time for doubt –
Certainly, the Dogwood shows none,
As it opens pearl white petals to the infant spring -
It proffers flowers as the gentlest smile,
With a still beauty that is open and wild,
And asks us for the most painful kind of trust.
It is her generous gift to a world in resurrection.
And you – you are just her shy smile too,
Her open-hearted gift to the uncertain dusk
Her faith in resurrections and what must be true
About all that lives, about love, about things both old and new:
That what remains is always kept in the quiet marrow of us.

There is no room for doubt now –
Only gratefulness and memory as love’s final bow.