MUSING AT THE LIGHT

 "Joycie, it couldn't be!" When my sister slowed down at the light, I thought I saw some splattered blood on the lower rail of the bridge. But my accident was almost two weeks ago, and that was bright red! I looked again. No wonder. They were just flowers. Pretty little wildflowers that have probably always been blooming there; only my mind was programmed to see blood, so my eye noticed them.

When I was in high school, I remember my mother showed me a plant called "Crown of Thorns", its name coming from the belief that this plant's stems formed the crown of thorns worn by Jesus at his crucifixion. Their flowers are red reminding us of Jesus' blood too, I suppose. But they can also be orange, yellow, pink, or white. 

Red and yellow, black, and white/ They are precious in his sight/ Jesus bled for all the children of the world, I mused, altering the familiar lyrics a bit.

White, like the egret just on the other side of the flowers! Maybe I can get a closeup...

But the light had changed. Bye--see you later, Mr. Egret!