A few weeks ago, I guest posted over at Renee’s about one of my favorite high school teachers, Mr. Reichert. I could not let today pass without mentioning him again. He instituted a holiday that will forever live in my family tradition: Lacy Day. Lacy Day is usually about the first week in May but this year is a little early due to the unusually warm weather the Midwest has experienced this year. What is Lacy Day, you ask? Lacy Day is the glorious day on which the leaves of the trees are barely unfolding, appearing as lace against the bright blue sky. I wish I could have taken a picture capturing this beautiful phenomenon, but alas, my phone isn’t working today…so in honor of you Mr. Reichert, I’ll just write a thought or two:
On Lacy Day
Leaves peak from corners of death
peering cautiously, tenderly
and I wonder do I dare reveal myself
this way to You?
Shoots spear through black soil
breaking darkness by sparkling sun
and I wonder do I allow Your light
to expose my black heart?
And I laugh.
What could I possibly reveal to You that You don’t already know?
What could Your light expose that You don’t already see?
And the lacy canopy of budding leaves covers my heart
as Your banner over me is Love.
I did a little research trying to find out whatever happened to Mr. Reichert, and to no avail. Except that I did find this: a comment on another blog. I thought it significant that someone else should remember such a quirky life lesson from this wonderful educator!
Do you have a holiday that you’ve made up? Or how about a teacher that affected your life? I’d love to hear about it!