Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Color of my Heart


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

3 comments:

  1. Yes, life is a cycle. New life comes from death. Why do we forget this?

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  2. Because we have to endure Winter before Spring comes.

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  3. Girls are like
    apples 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

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