Waiting for the Daffodils
The daffodils will come tonight.
I will take those precious jewels,
And place them on the table
I polished especially for them.
This now is a precious gift
Not a passing nod – to their colour, form and hope.
A far deeper joy at their being here
In my home
In my place
That I have prepared for them.
It’s lonely here and very still
A space for reverence with the daffodils.
This may be Grace:
Peace found outside the worry
Sit at peace.
The ordinary has become extraordinary.
(Written February 2021 while waiting for the key worker to come with the food and the daffodils.)