REJUVENATED DAFFODILS

Fierce winds and showers pelt the daffodils,
     until their golden head almost touch the ground.
The blooms seem limp and lifeless, lost -
     until the flowering sun begins to blossom down.

As dark clouds, weeping, grey, disintegrate,
     the drooping stems unbend,
          regain their height;
With faces up now, 
     their strength rejuvenates
          the yellow blossoms -
shiny, bold and bright.

Life’s storms sometimes batter and bend me, too,
     until I collapse, face down, weary and weak.
Tossed in the tempest,
     I recall Him who calms storms,
          giving help and hope to those who seek.

Blooming in the sunlight of love He sends,
     I lift my head to stand tall again.

Jeanne Kelly

Mr. HCB and I had a lovely day together yesterday and appreciate all your kind comments for our wedding anniversary.