The dogwoods shed their petals last night amongst dawn’s morning dew.
Froth of white midst new green grass filled my every view.
“What delight,” my mind exclaimed, “A gift to bless my day,
Reminds me of a bridal path or nature wild at play.”
On second thought, my spirit leaps as I remember what those petals show.
The hard wood beams, tinged with blood, on the cross where Jesus would go!
Beauty yes, lovely memories, too, and nature’s fine display.
But a reminder also of what Jesus went through just prior to that glad resurrection day.