He pours his voice like taffy.
Creamy folds undulate, smooth to silk in her
hungry ears. But when he pulls his words, stretches
the truth out of shape she, generously buttered, finds there is
nothing she can hold on to. Communication – hardened
and brittle –
shatters in the stillness; she is left with only her bitter
memories of how easily those empty calories
used to go down.
Out of the fire, something to eat,
Out of the chaos, something sweet;
As sure as the sunrise from darkness is torn,
After the heartache, Hope is reborn.
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My husband and I stumbled across a delightful blueberry patch growing in an area devastated by fire. What a delicious promise that the very things in life that distress and challenge us can be the beginning of something beautiful and fruitful – if we will allow them to transform us.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 