Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. – Matthew 6:28-9
i. above me, a dedication if it could fit on this page it would tell you make peace with the lilies of the field they are fragile like arrows the same that flower in my hand both rock and river forever meeting this way forward ii. this poem is not necessary, it is familiar the sea abandons what it cannot change death and pavement are not worthy of it indeed, the memory, or what i have left of it (has left me) with no words of my own no flowers to speak of but the silhouettes of blackbirds younger, even, than they were yesterday we meet this way forward
iii. i am at peace with the lilies of the field the spirit flowers and never changes have you felt the weight of the forest yet? decaying beneath our footprints it is better to leap this way forward to shake stars like the blackbird to rattle above the perch
This is wonderful. I especially love the third section. So good!
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Thank you very much! The last few lines actually came from words I pasted together for a poetry collage. I thought they were put to much better use here.
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I read your poem twice, to pick out my favorite line or lines. I cannot. I love them all. 💕
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Thank you so much! Your comment made me smile. 😊
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Happy day! 😀
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For sure. Have a great weekend! 🙂
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“the sea abandons what it cannot change, death and pavement are not worthy of it”
Such strongly penned lines…love what the words encourage in thought…
What is now, seems to have always been. All of us caught in an endless tide that carries. Peace felt when we understand we have been here before…
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Well said. A beautiful interpretation. And thank you, my friend, I am happy you enjoyed the poem. ☺️
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