Golden hair is her halo –
lion’s mane, courage sprouting
from a heart enriched by dark
seeds sown on dark days in soil
black as pitch. Unlikely rays,
these; conceived where the sun won’t
shine, unwanted pregnancy
buried before birth, daring
to cling to more than it was
cracked up to be. Only Life
can mimic sunshine itself,
replicate such unbridled
nuclear energy, turn
the switch that kills Death dead,
lighting the way for us all.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Very unlikely rays, but she is a beauty. Very leonine as is appropriate for this August month.
Hey – nice connection. I love that, when someone else sees more than you did.
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Beautiful and wonderful
Thank you Riham! 🙂
Good work, Melody. Very nice.
Thank you! There’s a lot in this whole resurrection thing to be chewed over. All I know is, it feels GOOD to be alive after you’ve been dead!
The Paschal Mystery as the ancients called it promises that all our tombs can end in resurrection when we are affixed to the One who paved the way. That is an unendingly powerful metaphor for hope and transformation.
Beautiful.
Keep ’em comin’!
turn the switch that kills Death dead – awesome, Melody! I’m so glad you’re back…
🙂 Thanks so much, Pam. Music to my ears!
Wow, powerful, Mel.
Resurrection always is, no?
Yes! Whether it’s the partial ones we may be blessed with here–or the Grande one we’re promised!!
Ooh! Grande double-double with whipped cream on top, THAT one! 😉
Uh, waitress? Can I have that as a hot chocolate, not coffee?
*giggle* You can order, but I might just bring you what I prescribe myself…
And what is that, pray tell? The aforementioned? I like the aroma of coffee, but not the taste–and I’m always SO wound up, you wouldn’t want to see me on coffee…
I have always thought that coffee smells WAY better than it tastes – until I met flavoured additives. Look out world – hazelnut caramel doused caffeine, here we come!
Oh my goodness, I think I just saw you flip your skirt up over your head–nice pantaloons!
*snort* Great gravy, girl – that was my blood pressure, not my skirt!
Oh! But it looked so “Talouse Latrec”! (sp?)
I’d respond, but have no idea what you just said. Cajun?
Ha ha ha ha ha–No, not Cajun. Talouse Latrec was a French artist–and he has one painting of those half-dressed dancing ladies. Google it, if you want to see more.
😉
Life replicating unbridled nuclear energy…
I live an hour from Hanford Nuclear Facility. My garden is exploding with these. Lots of fodder for reflection here. Thanks–again–for your thoughtful work.
Thanks Gwen for your thoughtful comments… 🙂
perhaps I’m the strange one but, I see myself in this~ brilliant analogy and analysis !
I think I see you in this, too! Many who have walked dangerous and difficult territory in this life have had to die in ways in order to experience real life. I know you have had many trials and challenges – I’m glad you see yourself in this piece of hope and triumph over adversity!