That Something
When spring is coming up in
the woods,
the woods,
When the air is warm, the
breeze strong,
breeze strong,
When the ground is damp and
soft beneath my feet
soft beneath my feet
And I can wander at my own
pace among the trees,
pace among the trees,
When I see these amazing blooms
Bursting through the layers
of dead leaves
of dead leaves
And old branches,
Of moss and humus, fungus, and
rotting wood,
rotting wood,
When the perfect shapes and
colors
colors
Of all these amazing
creations grab my attention,
creations grab my attention,
I know then that Something
beyond here, beyond us,
beyond here, beyond us,
Way beyond our understanding
Is doing the growing, the
sprouting,
sprouting,
The nurturing, and the
letting go.
letting go.
That Something is choosing
just the right colors,
just the right colors,
The perfect shapes, creating
the structures,
the structures,
Setting in motion this cycle
of life, death, life…
of life, death, life…
Of birth, death,
resurrection,
resurrection,
Of blooming, seeding, fading
and dying,
and dying,
Of wintering, sleeping, and
awakening.
awakening.
And I ask Her, that
Something,
Something,
To show me
What I need to let go,
And what can be awakened
within me.
within me.
—Deborah L. Tisch, 4/13/14
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Day 13 out of 30…only 17 to go!
"What I need to let go, And what can be awakened within me." Challenging and uplifting words – causing me to consider – what can I let go?
Mom, your words never cease to inspire me.
You got this!
Deborah, your photo is perfection (and of perfection). Your poem makes me wonder, too – each of us needs an awakening, I think.
Ah, but what is that something? Perhaps it's SOMETHING that makes your poems special 🙂
This beautiful image and the serenity of your words make me want to just breathe deeply. You are inspiring.