Daffodils and Wild Flowers

A Poem by Laurence David Sterling III

When did the daffodils and wild flowers come from?
They were not there this morning, 
When I passed this way.
Did some angel come,
While I was away,
And plant them here beside the road,
So that I would be refreshed
After long months of pain and sorrow?
It must be so.
These flowers were not here 
This morning when I passed this way

Angels are such elusive creatures,
They sow and do not reap.
They protect unseen.
They whisper love songs in times of grief,
And dance holy dances in times of great celebrations.
They bind our wounds, with no wish for recompense.
They embrace us, with pure intent.
In silence they come, and plant the seeds of joy
And steal away unnoticed.

It really is unfair of them
To plant daffodils and wild flowers
Along the well-traveled road
So that I, the least of all of humankind,
Could be resurrected
From the death of months
Of pain and sorrow
To this simple peace
That fills me here and now.
Unfair, indeed,
But, greatly appreciated.

For the Beauty of the Earth
Hymn 49, Baptist Hymnal (1975 Edition)
from Al's Baptist Hymnal Midi Page