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.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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??