lenten journal: among the wildflowers
I am fortunate to be driving across Texas just as the bluebonnets are blooming. Here’s where they took me.
the old pickup rolled to a stop
on the shoulder of the two-lane road
the gravel spoke underneath
the worn boots of the workmen
who walked to the front of the truck
that was sending sighs of steam
into the early spring morning
of a not very good day
two of them stood and stared at
the smoking engine as though
they could change something
the other walked to the edge
of the field of wildflowers
“Jesús, what are you doing?”
“look at the bluebonnets,” he said,
“they only last a couple of weeks
but they do more than just survive
they spend their little lives for beauty.”
one of the others was on the phone
the other was digging for tools
they weren’t listening to the man
as he stepped across the ditch
and laid down among the blooms
“gracias,” he said, “gracias.”
Peace,
Milton
PS—How could I not include this song? The Wailin’ Jennys do a wonderful cover of Tom Petty’s classic.
