The seeds of Great Expectations rooted deep,
but she tasted their fruits not in the fair soil of trinkets
fashioned from sturdy stems,
cabinetry of beauty and elegance
displaying the wares of Kings,
nor in the expression of the printed page,
pouring forth speech from pulpy loins.
Less still the warmth of a billion fires,
songs of a billion kettles
as her fuel gave Man comfort from the endless darkness.
It came, not in the power and might
of the straight-rimmed arrow’s shaft
or the machinations of the torture room,
but in the beautiful irony of Life –
the abandonment of her burdens,
bouquet of ultimate surrender.
Here, where she came to terms with her brokenness,
her truest beauty harvested
This is so beautiful! It’s complex and beautiful at the same time.
Wow – I’m complex! Wait til I tell my teenagers…. 😉
A cut above! Love the metaphor and the various images used plus the music in many of the phrases.
Thanks for that great feedback. Appreciate it!
In brokenness and surrender are the richest of life’s lessons … THANK YOU for sharing this deeply moving piece of art, dear friend! LOVE IT!
Ah, thank you, Heidi!
The versatility of the tree. 😉
Indeed!! Not sure where the torture device came from. Halloween influence, perhaps? 😉
Probably; I thought you meant the trees that made up the Cross.
Ooh, that’s AWESOME! I was trying to work that in somehow but wasn’t sure how. That makes me happy! 🙂
Yay! Sorted. 🙂
Again, I need a “love it” button.
Wow…beautiful Melody…coming to terms with brokenness does bring beauty and great expectations. I’ve been there too! Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Glenda! I think when we understand how needy we really are, then we can BEGIN!
Simply beautiful Mel!
Thanks Wendell! How are things?