Consider the Lilies of the Field
I think I may have mentioned that there was a poem noodling in my brain during the Blue Christmas service. This is what came of that noodling this morning while I was getting my chemo transfusion.
Consider the Lilies of the Field*
By Todd M. Strickland
The
apple tree has dropped its leaves
In
a deep winter snow, the tree stands alone
Naked
before the brutal winds of winter
Gnarls
of age'd bark show the tests of time
Like
a hand weathered by age
The
tree looks cracked and weary
CRY
for the sweet apples that no longer adorn her branches!
And
remember the crocuses lie beneath the snow
Was
it cold the day Mom died?
With
a mind that was betraying her, did she struggle alone
While
a storm of illnesses piled up around her?
We
gathered around her to hold back the hands of time
Like
a child, she begged for more time to play
And
died even sooner than expected
RAGE
against the pain and CRY for lost conversations!
And
remember the crocuses lie beneath the snow
Consider
the lilies of the field
Yes!
They neither toil nor spin
Yes!
Solomon in all his glory was not adorned as one of these
Yet,
they too will pass in time
The
snow will come and cover the field
WEEP
and GNASH your teeth!
They
are alive today but BURIED tomorrow!
So
beautiful yet thrown in the oven so REND your clothing!
You
are safe to bare your naked pain to the passing winter
Because
the crocuses lie beneath the snow
December 16, 2019
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* The title was my mother's favorite passage from the Bible.
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