Darker than the Deepest Sea

As this year nears the end, I thought sharing this poem again (though slightly revised) would be timely as we slowly glide into a new beginning…

I view life like a package wrapped in celebratory paper.
The matching ribbons fascinate in their delicate,
entwined camaraderie, so fingers gently unravel,
heartbeat increases from excitement of what will
be found. We lift the lid, peek inside,
our inner child moves to the forefront of our minds.

But we must remember that unlike recyclable paper,
the gift of life cannot be tossed back into the universe.
There is no spare awaiting on the sidelines,
and we should be mindful that the contents require
tenderness with a set of instructions solely
for the recipient, each one of us individually,
as visible as a red rose in a garden of white daisies…

because we are beautifully unique.

Then once we have absorbed the guidelines,
following them with gratitude and tenacity,
the purpose of our gift will reveal itself
as naturally as moonlight on a night
darker than the deepest sea.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
I’ve used this rose before from our garden, but roses seem
to signify many things, and gratitude is one meaning for
this light pink shade.