I know that we all have days of darkness, days when faithfulness is all you can muster. When you know God loves you but can’t feel it. When you know what needs to be done, but there is no happiness in the doing.
I have recently come out of such a season. Herein lies the hope. It is just a season, and you will come through better than before the dark. You will have more to give.
This one is for Elaine G., a response to whether or not I had a nature poem for you to read. Your willingness to read and kindly, constructively criticize is as invaluable as your friendship. Thank you.
Ps. If this one needs work, feel free to edit it too!
When I last past, your twisted, ancient arms,
Benevolently offered spheres of golden charms,
Orbs blushing from the simple secret sweets,
Pluck quick! Break skin and eat.
And now I pass you gnarly, blackened height,
Stark on ash sky, you offer but a bony sight.
A soul, a seed, a chrysalis awaits,
Exterior darkened–yet–dare I anticipate
Life breaking forth, wings flitting high and free,
Bright blooms sweet soul in me?
Without dread death and seasons dark and tight,
Would I make good God’s offer–birth to giver’s right?
01/16/16–Y. M. L.