The Listening Flower

My burdens weigh heavy and cold,

Like the frozen peaks above.

Impassible – unyielding – and cruel.

The climb was meant to prepare me,

For the challenges that have yet to come.

The trials – tribulations – and woe.

But now I am stuck in the twilight,

As the last of the shadows disappear.

Frozen by a sight that unsettles my nerves,

And embodies all of my fears.

Beauty - unrivaled – and enduring.

Just like her…

With the sun’s kiss the flower bloomed before my eyes,

Its petals stretching wide like open arms.

Inviting - embracing – and comforting.

My fingers trace it with a tender touch,

And streaks glow with violet charms.

It feels – responds – and listens.

Rachel, I whispered, and the heat of my breath

Must have warmed the flower’s soul.

For its incandescent radiance flourished

And prepaid the ferryman’s toll.

With hope – love – and grace.

Just like her…

Tears fall unbidden,

Through cracks in my foundational strife.

Broken – release – long overdue.

They fall upon the listening flower,

My sorrow and grief sustaining its life.

Healing – growth – and purpose.

I shall climb no more this day,

Instead I shall stay here and reminisce.

And think back to every moment

That began from her tender kiss.

Forgiveness - redemption - and new beginnings.

Just like her.

For she is the reason I shall yet endure.