Did you lay early in the morning on the dewed grass <br />just to see the drops clinging like honey-dew <br />to a spider’s web? <br /> <br />Have you buried your nose in a rose bud <br />to preserve the smell in your heart, <br />when the smell reminds you about someone very special <br />who trusts you in love? <br /> <br />Have you smelled oats ready to be harvested, <br />how couch-grass smells after been cut by a sickle <br />and have you held the blue flowers in your hand? <br /> <br />Have you lost your heart in the bush-veldt <br />when the earth smells of the sun and heat <br />and life leaves deep tracks in your heart, <br />when you find yourself in the kingdom of thorn trees <br />and try to remember it later. <br /> <br />Have you lost your heart in a gardenia <br />or did go and greet a marigold <br />when its small head turns to the sun. <br />It’s where I find myself <br />in my calling to silence <br />in the hour where I meet the Lord; <br />it is what I want to retain.<br /><br />Daleen Enslinstrydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/have-you-39/
