I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Resilience
The late snow came
wet and heavy
it blanketed
the early blossoming trees
bending them to its will
and then
it was gone
overwhelmed by spring
its cold grip no match
for
the emergence of
new life
and yet
its imprint remains
some trees, bent almost to the earth
have sprung back
reaching again
joyfully to the sky
others remain bent
with help
perhaps
they too will once again stand tall
and proud
others
like broken on the ground
their green vitality
already shriveling into
brown death
why do some recover
gently
and why for others
does the imprint
of adversity
remain
or overwhelm?
why too
do some people recover
from those dark
winter moments of the soul
while some
remain bent
and some
are
broken?
resilience?
flexibility (openness)
responsiveness (and ability to open up to the healing
that comes from the sun/son)
perhaps there is
no formula
but from those moments that
would bend and break
deliver us O God
or send us One
send us one
who can help us
reach once more
proudly
for the sky
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