The Smell of Marigolds


three marigolds

Our grandchild doesn’t know

My hands often smell of marigolds

I thought as I plucked the faded blossoms,

Savoured the burst of flavour from small orange Sungold tomatoes

Straight from the vine.

I would gladly have shared

Instead of putting all four into my mouth

But the distance is too great,

Our dwellings too far apart,

Two circles of love

Rarely intersecting

On the physical plane.


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About djdfr

Daily life experiences by a Franco-American woman living in the Breton countryside form the basics of this blog. Gardening, watercolour, choral music, food, are some of my interests. I seek to balance the physical, mental and spiritual. I am a free believer praying from the Bible, the Qur’an and The Revelation of Arès. In 1974, with Jesus as the messenger, and in 1977, manifesting as a stick of light, Our Creator spoke directly to a man in Arès, France, named Michel Potay. The message is in the book “The Revelation of Arès”. It is a call for us to change, to practice love, peacemaking, forgiveness, to free ourselves from all prejudice, to develop our spiritual intelligence, the intelligence of the heart.

3 responses to “The Smell of Marigolds”

  1. fatoscan says :

    Our other common point , I love marigolds too .

  2. Shakti Ghosal says :

    Do I notice resignation when you write,

    “Two circles of love

    Rarely intersecting

    On the physical plane.”

    Is there a lack of energy somewhere in your getting together with your grandchild? What could be at the core of that I wonder?


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