Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Update 3/10/10 Day 121

Dear friends,

This poem is dedicated to my friend, Alma D. She has been squeezed, and everyone else had gotten the wine. She has experienced the long winter of a difficult trial, but brings spring into every cold, lonely place. The Great One displays His splendor through her well lived life.

Hold on to the good, hold on stubbornly, by dear Bloggies. The One and Only specializes in thawing out the frozen heart and bringing life to your internal "tundra."

Restless Spring
Flocks of robins eat what's left of frozen berries.
Weathermen predict a wet and melting snow.
Trucks leave marks in mud where cold has lost the battle.
Winter blows its horn, with little time to go.
Gardeners read the catalogs with hopeful dreaming.
Dirty mudrooms irritate with worn out rugs.
Little boys dig out their nerf guns from the closet.
Shoppers pass the discount boots with careless shrugs.
The winter weary soul finds strength in small hopes,
And most of all his fellows make him stronger.
Winds may beat against his tired frame with vigor,
But winter of the spirit has dominion hardly longer.
Up from the frozen heart emerges a surprise!
Not strangled by what winter once entombed.
Restless hope makes way from places long thought dead.
Reckless joy, refusing to be doomed.
As on the earth, the sleeping mammal rises,
So leap up all living, growing things.
A resurrection speaks of color, wild gladness.
Darkness must declare defeat, Spring springs!
We continue to heal, we continue to climb our mountain, and darkness must declare defeat. The little green things poking out of the ground are the allegory. Because of our dear Jesus, LIFE has the final word.
It's true for me- and for all pilgrims who have longed for His appearing...
Your friend on the pilgrim road,
Sorry once again for the format problem. Seems it doesn't like centered verse either!


Larry T said...

Thanks, LA, for the wonderful poem about the powerful resurgence of hope and life and all that is dear and beautiful. Now I will share with you a powerful moment that I experienced not too long ago. It happened at a concert my daughter gave at her school. She kept her song a secret but said that she loved not only the melody but what it teaches us. What could this song be?, I wondered. And then the day came and she sang it...

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.

When I hear part of the powerful music of "Simple Gifts" in Copland's score for "Appalachian Spring," it stops me in my tracks.

Enjoy the thawing of the snow, the mending of the bones, and the healing grace and beauty of Nature.

Larry T

johandav said...

Dear Larry,

I love that song too! And simple living not only benefits us, but enables us to bless others. "Live simply, that others may simply live."

Your daughter, like you, is a sweet soul.

Your friend on the pilgrim road,