New Green
By
John W. Vander Velden
I
am reminded, with the fresh new leaves that show themselves first in early May
that spring has come. Mom told how “new
green” was her favorite…her favorite color…her favorite time of the year. Strange how so many decades as I toiled to
prepare for another crop, carrying unending demands, immense responsibilities,
I never noticed…really. Spring came and
with it the race I ran, a race with too few days, containing too few hours. I drove myself, focused but unseeing.
But
the long race and past’s burdens, has left its mark. Youth’s stamina has abandoned and in its
place just a few moments to, as I catch my breath, see some of what was
overlooked before. Weary bones and
aching muscles remind me of my mortality.
This old horse ain’t what he was.
But that’s alright. It is
probably too much to ask GOD for another thirty years. But whether HE gives me thirty years or
thirty minutes I should not squander a one.
But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t take the time to walk the spring
woods, whisper to the violets that sprinkle the ground with their
blossoms. It doesn’t mean that I should
not whistle back to the cardinal that calls to me from the treetops. It does not mean I should not fill my lungs
with the fragrance of lilacs or allow the warm spring breeze to muss my
hair. Life is a gift an adventure of
many facets. I will force myself to be
content with past’s accomplishments, accepting my failings as well as
victories. But I remain excited about
tomorrow…and all the tomorrows that lie before me, be they one or twenty
thousand. And I will take the time to
notice the “new green”, and I expect it will be my favorite as well….
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