Crimsoned With Joy

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
~Amy Lowell “Petals”



One thought on “Crimsoned With Joy

  1. So many thoughtful metaphors here, Emily. My first connection was to the Gospel parable of the sower and the seed. Reminds me, too, of the effects that our actions have on others. Some could be considered delayed, sometimes hurtful, time bombs; others, gifts of hope and nurturing to another’s soul. The term ‘infinite ways’ is very telling. Could it be that some of these petals will survive into eternity and be there when we return ‘home’ — only then they will be arrayed in an even more brilliant magnificence that will last forever?


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