Wednesday, June 20, 2012


Sometimes hope comes
and holds my breath captive
in a dissonant chord,
prolonged enough
to well my tears...

or fails
to come at all.

patricia spreng

I've been raising monarch butterflies for the past 3 weeks.  This one hatched yesterday only to have a deformed, split proboscis (straw-like feeding tube that sucks nectar).  Sadly, without a way to draw nourishment, she will die.  I had just read a poem, Black, White and Blue by John Blase and felt inspired by his words and thoughts surrounding 'the dissonant chord left unresolved.'  This beauty that once defined hope and rebirth, is now caught in hopelessness.  She is the beautiful, 'dissonant chord... left unresolved.'
John Blase writes beautiful things at The Beautiful Due
I'm joining friends at d'verse poets Open Link Night

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Monarch Chrysalis Forming

When you are hanging by a thread. Afraid of what is going to happen. Not in control. Worried about the future. Not able to see straight or understand what is happening. Overwhelmed by decisions that must be made. Struggling to change, accept change or filled with doubt that change will ever happen. Consumed by the grief that comes with loss and change.  Your story isn't over. There is Peace in the process.

God has a plan. He is trust.worthy.

“Above all, trust in the slow work of God.”
Teilhard de Chardin

Monday, June 4, 2012

The Dance of Worship

And when the music ended
there was one who cried out,
freed from any constraint,
above all the others,
for all the others.

While every chorus and prayer
still wafted heavenward
as trills of incense,
her desperate words touched
the train of his robe,
"Don't go ..."

Consumed by his love,
her still small voice
devoid of pride
or bravery,
called to Abba.

she raised her hands.

Spirit to Spirit
truth to Truth,
he danced with her in worship
as the train of his robe
surrounded and swept us
to holy ground.

Patricia Spreng
Revelation 5:8; Isaiah 6:1; John 4:23,24

Joining with Laura at The Wellspring and Playdates With God

Saturday, June 2, 2012

The Crying Heart

So don't be afraid, for I am with you; don't be discouraged, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.
Isaiah 41:10

 The crying heart
is soothed in stillness
by the blessed balm
and  beating
of his heart.

His love endures forever.

A transfusion of peace,
cleansed by his tears of knowing
loss,  betrayal, injustice, pain;
filtered through the wounds
of his healing hands
that hold you

Be still and know that he is God.

Patricia Spreng

Psalm 100:5 and Psalm 46:10