The Color of My Heart
Soul deep
Where only spirit travels
The innermost part
--a precious seed
Lying still and dormant
Yellow with hope
Waiting for the sun
To come out again.
Surrounded by death-deep crimson life’s blood
Swirling surrounding feeding feasting
Upon darkness and death.
From the hopeful seed
Comes new growth,
New life
Inching forth from within
Reaching stretching toward the light
As it unfurls, leaving pale pink pathways
of light and life
of laughter and love.
From death comes life
From life comes hope.
Soul deep
Where only spirit travels
The innermost part
Is colored by hope. jkb 2008
Yes, life is a cycle. New life comes from death. Why do we forget this?
ReplyDeleteBecause we have to endure Winter before Spring comes.
ReplyDeleteGirls are like
ReplyDeleteapples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree