Pollen

Pollen April 7 2010


Each year it happens.

One day, we wake up to a sulphur-colored world.

The air is thick and golden;

Midas’ touch has transformed every

Car, every porch and deck, every drive and road,

Gilding every horizontal surface.

Outdoors a minute, we too are painted,

Dusted equally, transformed with radiant mustard hue.

The next rain will break the spell,

Restoring all to normal color – greens and pinks and browns.

For a short time, though, we can feel

Blessed with magic dust –

Awed by earth’s dedicated, fertile drive to reproduce her trees,

To spread life’s glory over all.



Reflection:

I’ve never seen such thick pollen as since I moved to the North Carolina Piedmont region. It truly transforms everything overnight, a deluge of dust lasting for one to two weeks, leading to the need for thorough washing. My inclination, after amazement has set in, has been to think – “Ugh! What a mess! All the extra work I’ll have to do to clean up!”

But it’s also possible, as with most situations, to view the positive side. In this case, the proliferation of sheer reproductive life force is astounding, spreading over everything, putting me in mind of the infinity of God’s blessings and love for all creation. Living gold dust is an awesome symbol for divine love. I consciously choose to feel the joy and happiness raining down, covering me and everybody else, supporting us, blessing us, giving us the love we need for sustenance. Thank you, God!