Instruktioner Om Ikke at Give Op

Apr 8, 2023 1 min read

Mere end fuchsia-tragtene, der bryder ud
af paradisæbletræet, mere end naboens
næsten obskøn opvisning af kirsebærgrene, der skubber
deres candyflossfarvede blomster til skiferen
himmel af forårsregn, det er træernes grønning
det går virkelig op for mig. Når alt chokket af hvidt
og taffy, verdens julekugler og nipsgenstande, forlader
fortovet drysset med konfetti fra efterdønningerne,
bladene kommer. Tålmodig, trædende, en grøn skræl
vokser over hvad end vinteren gjorde ved os, en tilbagevenden
til den mærkelige idé om kontinuerligt liv på trods af
Vores rod, smerten, tomheden. Fint så.
Jeg tager den, synes træet at sige, et nyt glat blad
Udfolder mig som en knytnæve til en åben håndflade, jeg tager det hele.

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Varsha Apr 9, 2023

Patient, plodding, and all this after the the mess we made of us, really brings that beauty is still innate within ourselves, really great expressive poem with clear images to hold

sadhana Apr 8, 2023

It is beautiful as carries it carries a depth.

Lynn Apr 8, 2023

I love it when nature showers me with the petals of her celebrations. It is like a yearly baptism into beauty and the miracle of renewal, minus words or the burdens of philosophies. Man made spectacles can be obscene. A flowering cherry tree? Never.

Tiffany Apr 8, 2023

💖🙏🦋

Patrick Apr 8, 2023

“ growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty.” 🙏🏽❤️

Sharon Bauer Apr 8, 2023

This startled me into tears. Thank you.

Patrick Apr 8, 2023

For times just such as these… This morning I am reminded too of this (below) which is encouraged in Ada’s poetry— Solidarity Through Intimacy— This can be a tough lesson to swallow when we consider people we loath or consider “enemies.” Yet, when the incarnate Christ of Divine LOVE (Jesus of Nazareth) taught on this he specifically said that loving one another meant those people as well. So, while I abhor the evil that some do and say, I know I must still love them as God’s children even while speaking the Truth in LOVE to evil behavior. This has me thinking about the intimate and healing nature of talking story with another, including those I may not usually choose to do so with. I believe, that in the intimacy of one-on-one story sharing, LOVE (God) can speak to the heart of even the most incorrigible. Yes, even him?! Give me an hour alone, uninterrupted, to speak “Beloved” to him and the Spirit of LOVE may just transform him into the child God inte... [View Full Comment]

Helen Apr 8, 2023

walking to the train
seeing spiraling blossoms
opening again

Kristin Pedemonti Apr 8, 2023

Thank you for reminding us of patient plodding unfurling