A Verdict Without Justice - Part Four

A Verdict Without Justice - Part Four

I’m lighter than their petals!

And as we reach the entrance,
I see that the little Boy
Seems to know me
Or something,

And he greets me like I’m someone important!

He thanks me for coming, even though
I had nothing to do with my being there!

But as I’m trying to understand this, I notice that the roses
Are scampering toward the pedestal between the columns.
A Scattering of Blossoms:
The Unmerited Good Fortune
Of Francis “Frenchie” Costello

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And they assemble in the likeness
Of a plenteous Easter basket �"

And they are so vibrant in color
That they giggle and sing

Until the Gardener
Comes out to them.

Some of these wonderful creatures begin to swoon,
But their mistress gathers them up like children
Who want to be tossed in the air,

Just so they can come down
As something even better!

They are the pith of all that is petaled,
And they show like a prism of sunlit pastels!

Then, I see that an order of lilies
Is chairing that kind little boy to a place
Where he can observe the glory of the roses,
As they form vernal wreaths in resplendent display.

And they shimmer like unspooling ribbons of satin,
Streaming over Wedding Day grass �"

In open view of everyone,
And yearning to be seen!

And there is this marvelous choir
Of daisies and young tree crickets,
Singing like angels and looking sharp
In their tunics of gold and forest green.

And the trill of their rising voices
Causes the wildflowers to spin

Like little ballerinas
On the nearby hills -

Gleaming in the pulchritude
And the excellence of being

Then, every face
Turns upward

Because the air is filling
With the hum of confetti bees
And the fluttering wings of butterflies:

The Scattering of the Blossoms has begun!
Because every life that has ever been imagined
And every good deed that has ever been easily done
Is signified in the unique descent of each perfect blossom,
As it seeks its place in this gloriously meaningful universe!

But now the Gardener rises above the Book of Life,
Like a big birthday balloon or the exuberant sun �"

And all the pretty creatures beneath her
Are forming a great procession.
And they are shouting,

“The first love is the only love!
The first love is the only love!”