Forget-Me-Not, A Good Friday Message

Last March I was inspired to write a poem about the Forget-Me-Not Cross. I was reminded this Easter week of this lovely gift. I never thought for a moment I was writing it to help me through a trial that I would endure several months later. Just before Easter of 2007 I had a dream of beautiful open fields, I could see for miles and there in the center of this field stood a cross. It was covered with flowers and as I walked closer I could see they were forget-me-nots. Hundreds and hundreds of forget-me-nots. When I awoke I wrote this poem:

In a field of green hills and flora,
I could see a vision of grace and
familiarity,

There stood the cross left in all its’ glory
with spirit-filled memory,

The closer I came, the more perfect its’ reminder,
A carpet of flowers adorned each bough,

And once I touched my Savior’s cross,
I remembered what He did for thou.

For on it lay hundreds of flowers,
Draped over my Lord’s gift to me,

Each one a sweet forget-me-not
A fragrant reminder to stay close to Thee.

The day I took these photographs I was facing a difficult trial regarding my daughter. The grief I felt was almost unbearable. None-the-less I had to see my 81 year old mother for mother's day, so I got in the car and drove four hours. Along the way I stopped at my favorite place in the whole world, Stowe Vermont and the beautiful Von Trapp Lodge.

As I walked through the fields and photographed the beauty around me I hoped to find some grace amongst the beauty. I came upon a spot I have never noticed before, as I walked through the path I looked down and there in the middle of this grand open field I saw a bunch of forget-me-nots in the shape of a heart. It stirred my memory of the dream I had several months prior. I stood back and wept for the beauty that the Lord had given me. He knew all along that I would need this reminder in the midst of a trial.

Grotto at Von Trapp Lodge, originally uploaded by bluebirdsandteapots.

A little further and I was in the grotto and came upon the cross, and there He was in all His Glory, Jesus. Just like in my dream and the words of the poem, reminding me to Forget-Not who is there for me. I wept at His grace. You see I was walking in my poem and He was with me under that magnificent sky against those majestic mountains.




I have been visiting the Von Trapp Lodge for over tens years, and I have never walked on that path, nor saw the cross. The timing was perfect...God's timing for me to discover such a beautiful place on such a day of despair. He is always with us, all that we need to do is not forget what He did for us on that cross. I was reminded then and today that I don't need to wait to call on Him when surrounded by trouble, He is always with me, even before the trial arrives.

I will never forget how I was given this vivid dream, and the words of the poem so that on the day I was in need...I was reminded that He was there all along.

“For God so loved the world that He gave his only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

The song for this post is Hymn of Grace.