I can’t remember

I can’t remember another year when the lilacs were this plentiful and long-lasting.  May I always remember this spring.  The root systems of these old bushes must be large now.  Perhaps I grew some deeper roots too, during the years when I couldn’t write as much.  Beauty and faith sustain.

lilacs
in sun and shade
and sun

soon the light ~ decades of faith

The sky is night but soon the light will change and grow towards sunrise.  For years, I’ve been reading The Psalms and they now contain many layers of memories, while still new.  They go back to my earliest memories in church: Create in me a clean heart O God…

Songs in the night.  Losses and new life.  Letting go to be able to keep growing.

Keeping my loved ones who were called Home close to my heart.  Happy, because they would want no less.  Surely took time.  One day at a time.

decades of faith
renewed each day
lilacs in the night 

haibun ~ lilacs

After my mother was called Home, I looked at the lilacs from a second-story window and wanted to lay my head down on them like a pillow.  Now it is 8 years later and they bloom again.  Love endures.

memories
of memories
lilacs in bloom