Sweet Perfume

 

 Sometimes I feel I'm sinking

Into sadness and despair,

No matter all the good I do,

The kindnesses and care.

I struggle to be happy,

To love, to laugh, to live,

To reach beyond the problems

And to others simply give.

Yet this sadness creeps upon me,

Surrounding me with gloom,

When all I really long for

Is the scent of sweet perfume.

The splendor of the flowers,

The grass so lush and green,

The sun and all its brightness,

The air so fresh and clean.

And though I'm feeling sad now,

I know the time will come

For sweet perfume, the flowers in bloom

And fields where I can run.

 

~ Gina Mazzullo Laurin

 

Our days are like the grass; like

flowers of the field we blossom.

Psalm 103:15