Brittle hands emptied out, crisp-crackled in the dying places, freeze-dried from the endlessness of to-do lists, the heaped up inadequacies of fertilizing failures, fold in prayer, the cry of a surrender which knows its own hollowness at last. And where empty meets Full, the green can begin, grassroots growth.
Brittle hands emptied out,
crisp-crackled in the dying places,
freeze-dried from the endlessness of
to-do lists, the heaped up inadequacies of fertilizing
failures, fold in prayer, the cry of a surrender which
knows its own hollowness at last. And where
empty meets Full, the
green can begin, grassroots growth.
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The imagery waltzes effortlessly with the image. Can barely tell the difference.
You did it again. Wow.
Thanks Derek! 🙂
You written so well … you have a wonderful talent. Now, when you visit my blog then the new address http://www.dailylifewithanita.com hope you will still follow me.
Have a wonderful day.
Anita
Thanks Anita!
Nice to see green 🙂
Like pure soul medicine, I tell you! I am drinking it all in like a kid!
I especially liked: “And where
empty meets Full, the
green can begin”
Russ
Ah, you’ve been there, haven’t you? That’s my favourite, too, because I so know the place it speaks of.
You’ve outdone yourself, Mel–fabuloso, I can’t choose a fave line, as they’re all great. God bless you today–love, sis Caddo
Thanks so much, my friend. I appreciate that…
great word choices and a stellar ending
Thanks Pam! Have a great weekend!
Ah those endless to do lists! Lovely words and imagery.
Thanks Gallivanta!! 🙂
“the cry of a surrender which knows its own hollowness at last”… yikes Melody … how do you do that? … so appreciate your writing!
🙂 Thanks, Heidi! Maybe the rough stuff I’ve walked through has some benefits at last??
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