Unresolved 

Sometimes hope comes

and holds my breath captive

in a dissonant chord,

unresolved,

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

Beauty

and strength

can be found

in

 brokenness

My grace is sufficient for you,

for my power is made perfect in weakness.

 2 Corinthians 12:9

 

 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Isaiah 41:10

...even if my hand looks like a hydrangea or a beach.

Patricia Spreng

Sharing my photographs with The High Calling Focus  
and
On, In, and Around Mondays with L.L. Barkat

the path...

Someone pulled the milkweed
at the hospice house...
helping out today

I walked among the garden flowers
wondering about the monarchs
listening to the water flowing
in the pond

and then I saw it, the pile of milkweed
I knelt down on the path
and began to search the leaves
for monarch eggs to save
there in a pile on the brick walkway

the path that grieving people walk
before their loved ones die

the path that people take
when they need something to do
like pull weeds
and think about anything other than
death and sadness and pain

so the milkweed got pulled today
it's alright...
it's alright.

He must have seen me through her window.
He came out wondering
what I was doing
collecting leaves and inspecting them
the way I was.

George.  I rose and smiled at this man.
Jenny was inside... dying young.
Oh God. I work for hospice.
As though I just remembered where I was.

But You are here.
You brought me here
today, for George.

And there are seven
new monarch eggs here
to save
for George

He was the one
who pulled the milkweed.
And that's how we met
and how he heard
about Your monarchs.

And now he will see Your picture
of hope and new life and rebirth...
that Jenny will be alright
that she will transform
and he will transform
because You hold all things in Your hand

Oh thank you my Love,
You are here
on this path
where someone pulled the milkweed today.


Sharing for the first time at Walk With Him Wednesdays at A Holy Experience

I think I can...

no life was found

Photo by Rob Hanson 
Click on photograph to expand for full effect so that you see "it" too. 

 they called it dead

ignored

it lay on frigid bed

reflecting doubt

and death they cried

‘it can’t be done

don’t even try’

      *

they walked away in pride

      *

but one small seed

thought home was found

and all alone

stood it’s ground

where hope and strength

began to grow

in frozen air

where none could know

one small idea

potential seen

against all odds

had just turned green

Patricia Spreng

The photo was taken by Rob Hanson, whose photography is featured today at One Shoot Sunday, providing inspiration for the wonderful words of poets.