There are rose petals on the sidewalk outside the Church today.
I nod to them as I walk to the chapel.
I see them lay prostrate.
Unattached alone.
Emojis of Advent.
anyone who passes can see them.
I cannot nod at those who walk beside me.
They have head down at feet
or phone.
We connect instead over petals.
Both” I “and “ they “see them
The red petals on white concrete.
It is Black Friday but the way is white.
White concrete with red rose petals.
“What is it ?“ they murmur
Our feet flatten petal then petal then petal
Some answer “ there must have been a wedding dear “
Others say“ maybe it was from a funeral in the church here “
“No no “the young lover says to his girl,
“ it’s a man tearing rose petals asking do you love me do you not ?“
“Silly brother” the little sister punches the young man
“the rose petals just fell off because they wanted to act just like the fall leaves”
Toddling beside them all ,the Youngest looks up and says
“oh no God ! You forgot to give us water ! you gave us your rose petal tears!”
Who knows why there are rose petals on the sidewalk
but the rose petals on the sidewalk they surely know.
about the day before and they were strewn From altar out the door
Strewn to open a season for the king. So we could see …
like a petal peeled from a beautiful rose
is the Eucharist from the host of heaven …
Just a little petal of his love.
Connecting us to the King .
