Each year, around spring, when the daffodils are out, I think of William Wordsworth’s poem “I wondered Lonely as a Cloud,” written in 1804. This poem has become my prayer at every spring celebration table, such as Easter Day dinner. I grew up a Catholic, and that’s my way of celebrating rebirth and renewed hope although I don’t practice religion. I practice tradition.
There is joy and optimism in this poem that makes me soar through the clouds and see the earth below carpeted with colors. There’s a light breeze—music to the flowers—and daffodils dance with the blades of grass and release their scents of new life, which reach me, among the clouds, and I am reborn.
In the spirit of renewal, I have recently received news that permits to rebuild my burned home are at their final stage. New hope, indeed!
Enjoy this poem full wonder, peace, and joy.