She raises head to heaven,
seeking that which has always eluded.
She is bone tired.
Tired of offering,
tired of trying,
tired of having the heart on her sleeve
torn from her grasp,
a pale, unnatural thing.
She just wanted to be loved.
Was that too much to ask?
Too much to expect,
that she could be known
This fragile gift,
this presentation of her self,
is flung back in her face,
a trampled orphan
in a death camp.
She will make one last stand.
She has heard there is a Love,
a Keeping close to Heart,
a Naming, a Delight.
She raises prayer to brilliant skies
and offers one last time…
Moving and thoughtful words.
The flower looks a bit like an African lily that I took a while back in our botanical gardens.
This is actually the top of my garlic chives – they are quite beautiful this year! They smell great, too, after our conversation about food! 🙂
Of course. All the onion blooms are beautiful aren’t they? I have more success with the flowers of allium plants than the veg part 😀
🙂 We can only grow a very select few of the allium family – most are too tender for this area. But they are pretty, for sure!
Okay fine, now I’m weepy-eyed. As I said last week, Melody, you’re too good at this!! I read on another blog today, the phrase–“live in the grip of grace”. Is that not wow-wonderful too?!
A, yes – that is definitely in the wow-wonderful category! Thank you, dear Caddo.
You’re so welcome–(I think the blog is Revelations in Writing–author, Shannon something. She may even be a school teacher, I’m thinking.)
Yes, she is! I follow her, too. 🙂
Oh–well, there you go!!
You voice plants, but in reality you voice humans
You catch the layered meanings… 🙂
Only love can break a heart…only God’s love can mend it again…only God knows the secret of the heart and pull it from us…He sees, knows, cares…thanks for sharing…you brought tears to my eyes again…
He is the only One to whom we can go who will never disappoint, hurt, or harm us…
nor leave us!
Moving, beautiful! May the Lord bless you!
Thank you Paulette!