Intricate Lacings of Life

On a morning drive to the skin doctor, biopsies, burns

blue gray rainy day negative space seen

displaying the gray brown tints and shades of the uncovered

basis, the underpinnings, that normally support tons of

colorful leaves spring summer fall

Large bases soar high, narrowing up and out into

fragile, graceful, almost elegant, lacy fingers, thinner

thinner until just feathery, fairy gray brown halos of

positive space stand out around the structure edges framed with

negative spacing of fog and blue gray rainy day

 

Deciduous frameworks for leaves must rest once a year.

Evergreens, though, constantly bear their loads until age or

beetles get to them, then they press on with their work, growing

naked gradually, until the very last finger must at last give up

letting the whole structure rest forever

 

These naked structures of leafy beauty remind me of the

framework supporting me when I’m bearing the burdens of

growth, triumph, the weight of other beings, and loss

Jesus Christ is my basis, family and friends my branches

 

Deciduous humans must be relieved of life’s weight every

now and then, at least once a week is good, but when

people become true Christians, they also become evergreens, to

constantly produce and bear goodness, kindness, color during cold

times, shelter for struggling beings, even though still deciduous as

humans, needing regular rest from life’s other toils, yet still

evergreening with good, not allowed to rest until

our last outreaching finger can no longer hold the

last kind act and rests forever more

(Wow. I think the next time I’m taken to the dermatologist, I’ll play tablet solitaire or listen to my classic rock ‘n’ roll music!)

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The Sound was Real

Driving through Kingman, Kansas

eerie alien scary movie music

suddenly radiated, slow to loud,

from my friend’s purse

I stared at it, a bit freaked out,

and she said,

“It’s nothing, just my doctor calling!”

Laughing, I now know

what she thinks about her doctor,

applying that sound to his number!

TR

A Different Kind of Cookie

Drowning with gloom, mists, tears

I float above bright white clouds

hiding the gloom, mists, rains

on the world below

me clouds world

like a sandwich cookie

only not as sweet

 

This written while riding on United from San Diego to Chicago to Wichita on the early morning of June 10 after being told that my husband had been hospitalized in Dodge because of blood clots in his legs and lungs.  The doctor’s there have since saved his life and my husband is recovering nicely.

TR

 

 

 

Recycled or Trash

 

on April Fool’s Day my sister called with a really bad joke

said Dad has liver cancer

my sister cried, though, so it’s no joke

six to twelve months predicted regardless of what they do

while leaving the hospital

Dad saw two bins standing together

one for recyclable trash and one for trash trash

he said, “Next week I’ll know if I end up in the recycled or the trash”

and he laughed

my sister choked, but forced herself to laugh with him

with a Dad who thrives on being kind to our Mom and to everyone else

well, I guess God gave time to get his house in order

to accomplish a want to do list

and I have time to relish every remaining second and to say goodbye

but it’s excruciating losing a beloved, faithful, kind friend

besides Mom and my sister, the only “long-term” friend I’ve ever had