As the Wheel Turns

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And the colour wheel cranks out

its liturgy – opposites 

make the best bedfellows,

draw out the richest blooming.


So too this heart, when double

crushed, rises atmospheric

to negate the blow. So too 

this spirit, pinned to velvet

specimen case, dead carcass

to be pitied, inspected,

finds truest freedom within

its prison walls, flying high

above those who would take it

captive, coerce dignity,

boxing it in mere metal

and glass. Deepest pain reflects

truest beauty, once redeemed.


And the colour wheel cranks out

its curriculum – bluest 

skies display the purest gold.


11 comments on “As the Wheel Turns

  1. Gallivanta says:

    So they do, so they do 🙂

  2. Lyle Krahn says:

    Redeeming the pain is sometimes so hard but so rewarding when it happens.

  3. digitalgranny says:

    Very well said and beautiful photo.

  4. I believe the body compliments the spirit and vice versa! Christ must’ve felt the same way to condescend to meet our black & blues and glorify them!

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