A few rainy Sunday thoughts in a poem!

A few rainy Sunday thoughts in a poem!


They look like a bowl of dried bones,
cold and lifeless–
a tragic ode to time lost
and utterly incapable of change–
but look more closely!
Within their crinkled-shut hearts,
clenched in the knuckles of their bony hands,
are tiny gems
bursting with possibility!
When the sun’s warm gaze melts
the unfeeling snow
into lovely spring water,
blooms will unfurl
from these dusty bones.
After winter’s grimness,
we’ll see the world in colour again,
and the flowers will laugh
that we thought them dead.

Have you ever pondered
that the heart carved out
by torrents of sorrow
can also run deeper
with springs of joy?
Remember when there’s a storm in your heart
and everything is cold and steely grey,
the chill will pass–
a more beautiful sky will come your way.
The tempest carries off the dirt and dead–
washes away all that’s not genuinely you–
when morning sun pours into your soul
you heart will soon bloom anew!
Sorrow creeps into my heart
like a crazy caterpillar
and eats everything in sight.
Then falls exhausted
into a dreamy upside down slumber,
while the delicate paper-thin chrysalis
pulses with new life—
silent transformation.
From the broken walls of my heart
emerges a vivacious hope,
bourne up on the wings
of a butterfly.

You carry me above the waters
lest I drown in my sorrows
And it is safe
to let my heart break
because it falls
into your hands
And though it feels
shattered and broken
yet your love
my heart can heal
So carry me
above the waters
and make my heart
arise anew
This beautiful delicate snowdrop, pushing its way out of the rubble of mushy brown leaves, sticks and manure, to let its little pure white head glow in the sunlight, is a sweet sign that spring is slowly coming, that hope for renewal after winter is alive. A sign that even when life makes us face our worst fears, such as the death of a loved one, we can come out of the haze of sadness with eyes that still see the beauty of the world.
I dedicate this picture to my great friend and fellow blogger Monique Leblanc, the one who inspired me to begin sharing my adventures in Crazyland. I offer it for her especially, because she recently passed the due date of her son Hilary, who was born asleep half way through her pregnancy. His appearance was like this snowdrop, brief and achingly beautiful.
I offer it also because she has recently moved from the balmy west coast to the frozen (but friendly!) fields of Saskatchewan, and is much more likely to be seeing snow ploughs than snow drops at this time. The great thing is that she thinks this is fun! 🙂
I want to honour her unfailing friendship, her joyful sense of adventure, and her great dedication to her family. She has been for years, and always will be, a wonderful inspiration for me. She embraced me and believed in me when we first became friends, and has never ceased to love and encourage me. Cicero said so poignantly:
What sweetness is left in life if you take away friendship? Robbing the world of friendship is like robbing the world of the sun.
I was afraid of losing her closeness when she moved away, but instead feel closer to her than ever, thanks to the phone, and her uncanny ability to know when I just really need to talk to her. As Anne Shirley said so well: “True friends are always together in spirit.”
Blogging has also helped us to stay close as we try our hands at writing and jump into this wonderful online community together. Check out the awesome blog she writes with her husband Ryan at thelasttimechange.blogspot.ca/
Life can be tough, but if you have a good friend to laugh and even cry with, everything is ok. It gives life a stability that can sustain you through the roughest waters, and help you laugh over your little daily disasters with someone who knows you better than you know yourself. Our old buddy Cicero agrees:
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.
I hope all of you have friends like this. Have you told them lately how much they mean to you?