OF SAGE LEAVES AND SWEET FLOWERS…
While flowers may be deemed
The sweetness of nature and life,
It is the leaves of her trees that are
The essences of life, death, and rising:-
It is the leaves of the tree
That feeds and nourishes her;
That ensures her branches’ bearings;
Photosynthesizing her peace and love:-
While living flowers are plucked,
Vase-like buried, and housed until death,
They are later thrown away—forgotten.
But fallen leaves reflect resurrection:-
Yes, in nature, trees shed their shading blades
And for a while, stoically stand in nakedness;
Piercing skyward to the coming resurrection
Of their green and rainbow colored leaves.
Thus, I’d rather be a leaf than a flower;
All trees bear leaves; but all don’t flower.
Leaves—nature’s resurrection symbols;
Her saged bristlecone pine allegories:-
Nature's green dress sprawls lofty upon the earth,
bursting forth with life abiding foliage,
photosynthesizing perpetual birth
that carries a carpet of created knowledge.
Ivy hems climb to the collar of fir trees,
with moss detail, but not to upstage
frisky fern fringes, flower buttons with bees,
roving clover, shade hostas, and sun sown sage.
From fresh fruit to seed to nutrient soil,
plant life receives light sufficient for each day.
They neither spin their garments nor do they toil,
yet the good Lord clothes them in kingly array.*
Adorned within the fragrant, lush greenery
are creeping critters and miniscule beasts
making tasty tears upon the scenery
as they nibble upon ceaseless fresh feasts.
Through new leaf growth and seed germination,
the green dress prevails with flowing strides,
for our Lord gives hope and restoration,
replenishing her green even as He provides.
*Matthew 6:28-29 KJV
And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
12-4-19
summer enchanting
plants photosynthesizing
swallows build their nests
fields verdant hues…
seas transparent blues… waves capped
dolphins breach… surfing
flying fish… gliding
gliding… truth… escaping death
self-preservation
butterflies… gliding
truly a sight worth seeing
magic in the sky
rain falling
seas evaporating
rivers returning
mud
sodden
earth
why the need to count
equality… sharing out
how soon we forget
life… precious to all
fauna and the flora
no exceptions
I am searching your music
With torn flesh and jagged nails
Ripping stones from the earth
To find our root on the surface
Photosynthesizing some toleration
For the modified scream,
Your life flipping
From street to stage
I am looking for a beat to write
Dancing is too easy
Too coherent
Life is not like that anymore
What is left us beyond the jagged teeth of sound
Is what this music has become
This overwhleming hedonism
This great feeling
That we shall never amount to nothing more
Than this, a heart frantic
To become detach again
Without a chemical therapy of pain
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