To see the greatness of Creation <br />- greater than science, greater than religion – <br />and perhaps to see in mind, perhaps to praise, <br />look to the smallest things. <br /> <br />Even before the mustard-seed of faith <br />today I choose - the forget-me-not, and its thoughtful seeds. It <br />has this habit of, each year, colonising <br />a different area of the garden; and I wonder, <br /> <br />what is its essential character? Is it <br />like that prim, fussy, difficult elder relative, for whom <br />you’ve carefully arranged a day out somewhere <br />then when you tell her as a nice surprise she says <br />oh I’ve been there, as if you’re just thoughtless and <br />that puts the kybosh on it? <br /> <br />or like some energetic missionary – plant the seed <br />of faith, then move on fast, don’t wait <br />to see whether it’s taken root, move on, there’s <br />so much more to do, so many souls… <br /> <br />or like some far-eyed, romantic Wild West pioneer, <br />who looks into the glory of the setting sun <br />and pushes onward, ever onward, <br />to unknown splendours under a Western sun <br />until one day, there’s blue beyond the furthest ridge? <br /> <br />or, like a child with sparkling eyes, mischievous, laughing, <br />saying, let's play hide-and-seek, now close your eyes <br />and count to ten, no I'm not there, or there, or there, <br />I'm here, and here, and here... <br /> <br />or is it Creation’s memory of itself, itself, <br />reduced by some wise cosmic greatness <br />of the miracle of miniaturisation <br />to a still small voice, so small <br />that only the eye can hear it, <br />blue as an angel’s clear blue mind, <br />saying, forget Me not <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(for Scarlett, who added to the fun)<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0320-forget-me-not/
