Here’s a photo from cold April 2016, and I believe (without getting back into my photos) a shot from a drive to or from Lisbon. A lucky shot. The question Paul asks, goes well with the photo. Cold can’t separate us from God. The fact that God is spirit and we are physical can’t separate us. Cloudy skies can’t either. Hmmm…
Huge Flowering Tree
hovers white, centered in a
Wild, Overgrown Field
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!)
“Look! Burning embers over there with a
Blazing fire next to it! Oh! And, look!
Glowing lemon yellows and greens! And
There! Purples and dark greens and yellow
Greens and, oh! Look! More burning embers!
It’s so byoot-ti-full!” And tears well up in her eyes,
He just gazes around, enjoying the fall quietly.
white, snowy hills pile up onto each other through the distances
but cannot actually be seen separately without the delicate
trim of dark, lacy, tall, bare, winter trees that outline all
of the different, oval-shaped areas like eyelashes
sometimes thick, sometimes thin, long or short
with buildings serving as pupils
hypnotic
TR
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