Ann Keiffer

On Seeing Purple

“Darcy and I have been

thinking about you,”

my son says.

“We see these tall trees

with purple blossoms,

and when the petals fall,

they turn the ground

purple, too, and

we think of you.”

I have not been well

and my son has seen

trees with purple flowers

and thought of me.

Surely what he has

shared with me is

a seeing prayer,

and by his seeing

I am surely blessed

…to have him love

such loveliness

and think of me

…to feel I might, in

some small part, have

given him eyes that

behold worlds unseen

and souls with purple hearts.

 

 

 

Ann L. Keiffer

June, 1996

 

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About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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