Beauty pops out
In the beginning of spring,
Barely hanging on to a bleak landscape
But as spring takes hold,
It sprinkles the old brown leaves,
The dirt and gray twigs
With bold colors and designs.
Blessing all the eyes that see
Caressing the nose that smells such beauty
A beacon and a herald to the explosion of spring
The catharsis in each of us
That’s meant to be seen, heard, felt,
By our understanding.
This plant seems to be decaying, and at the end of its season of beauty. And yet it’s still leaning towards light. It will bend as far as it needs to, to be underneath that light. I see that light as God nourishing and Soul refreshing. And the plant instinctively leans towards it. No matter, it’s age, or decay, or how many more days it has left. May we all lean towards the light, every day. And feel God’s sustaining loving hand, in all of our affairs. Big and small. We will never stop needing Him. And He is always with us.
Some days we all feel so disconnected
to ourselves and with each other.
Barely holding on to life with a thread.
Nothing feels good or right,
Just work, commitments and drudgery.
And yet that thread we’re holding onto,
even if just barely,
Floats across the universe.
And it’s as strong as it is invisible
It’s the glue that holds us all together
That sticky cobweb that we brush away
fuels us, connects us and gives us purpose.
May we keep holding on,
Even when we can’t see the source.
The Heavenly Filament
divinely floats us
and Breathes us anew
My skin is sleek,
My hair is shiny
My scent is keen.
Big bulky feet help me swim
And anchor my soul
I am rooted in this place
Part of the air, the sun, the rocks.
A beautiful memory
Part of you always.