Photo 345

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…

Verse 345 2016April

A Long White Day

(Deep fog yesterday early, to light fog, deep fog, light fog…all day)

A mound of white cotton presses down

squeezes low

swabs around, dabs around

sore wounds of the Fall

 

A fog of winter white compresses

soothes bare trees

missing leaves, losing leaves

aching from the Fall

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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