In the entangled fingers of the branches, dense concentrations of leaves and decaying nature, lies a path set forward. Hidden from the world outside, only visible to the birds and creepy crawlies. The sun peeks in through the holes of intertwined vines and foliage. It lures the eye to a mosaic of green shades and shapes. One can stare, trance-like, at the spot lit place, half expecting a performance by nature. I walk the path, senses perked, as a rabbit’s ears, to the sounds and sights. Knowing that I’m at home in a place without walls or roles defined. A settling to my anxious spirit, where birds calling bring comfort and peace. The trees standing aloft, not in a spirit of pride, but protection. As if they are saying “if you will allow me, I can grow ever so tall, and keep watch over you. Allow the bending and twisting of branches and roots to adorn. We will only deepen the beauty of the other, not detract.” So the flittering and scampering things teach, just as the trees, and the eyes of the sun, say, “we are not here to compete with the other, or call for your gratuitous accolades. We are here to be, and nothing more. Nothing less.”
My Secret Garden
(a poem of nature and its teachings)
In the entangled fingers of the branches, dense concentrations of leaves and decaying nature, lies a path set forward. Hidden from the world outside, only visible to the birds and creepy crawlies. The sun peeks in through the holes of intertwined vines and foliage. It lures the eye to a mosaic of green shades and shapes. One can stare, trance-like, at the spot lit place, half expecting a performance by nature. I walk the path, senses perked, as a rabbit’s ears, to the sounds and sights. Knowing that I’m at home in a place without walls or roles defined. A settling to my anxious spirit, where birds calling bring comfort and peace. The trees standing aloft, not in a spirit of pride, but protection. As if they are saying “if you will allow me, I can grow ever so tall, and keep watch over you. Allow the bending and twisting of branches and roots to adorn. We will only deepen the beauty of the other, not detract.” So the flittering and scampering things teach, just as the trees, and the eyes of the sun, say, “we are not here to compete with the other, or call for your gratuitous accolades. We are here to be, and nothing more. Nothing less.”
Congratulations and ordered.
Wednesday’s Poetry Club. Written by Donna Morrison
Life is Fragile…Handle With Prayer
Life is Fragile…handle with prayer
The battles we are all fighting are everywhere
In the blink of an eye, our lives can change
They will never be the same, forever rearranged
God gives freely, call on His name
All of these emotions you are feeling are much too hard to explain
Set yourself on all things above
Surround yourself with all of those that you love
Let HIm tenderly guide you while He keeps you strong
It’s ok to have break downs, you’ve done nothing wrong
It’s ok to be irritated, frustrated or sad
Give Praise for He will always reward you with more than you had
You are hidden in a safe and loving place
Being filled with His love and Grace
Life is Fragile…Handle with Prayer…everyday…everywhere.