Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A garden is for thinking...


A dandelion seed isn't a seed
until it's color has withered away,
dried up by
that golden ball
hanging in a deep blue sea of sky...






Can you see it?
Stuck on a petal,
waiting to be buried
in the dust of dirt.




We came from dust of dirt and rib
broken
 and i wonder how
he formed us. How the moment looked
when God breathed into nostrils
and man became a living soul...

the light on it all, of it all.
The same light that still shines
through the trees and flirts
with pixels and kisses
freckles upon my lightly painted skin.


We go through it all,
the motions of being born of dirt and rib
and the forbidden that they touched
and we were touched by their sin, a curse, so we sin and we feel our wrongs.

Sometimes I forget,

He died for those wrongs.

Lately, I bury my nose in the bible
and I read from proverbs of women
who work with their hands and find delight.
I look up to him and I pray ...
Begging for the delight to come,
begging to know Him more,
to feel him on my heart
and always hear when
He speaks.



I'm linking up with Emily @ in the hush of the moon for Imperfect Prose on Thursdays

30 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles. your words are nourishing...as many things in the fall dry up and fall to die so new life can rise once more...perhaps if did a little more dying...

Lauri said...

made of dust of dirt and rib...such lovely words for such a beautiful savior! thank you for your words!

Barb said...

I like thinking of "the light on it all, of it all". You carry wisdom inside, Alexis, and when it shines forth, you are part of that light.

Rachna Chhabria said...

Thanks for another wonderful poem, Alexis. You have a great way with words!

Misty said...

this has been the song of my heart lately too, to learn to love him more, know him more, and delight in my work and play, in all giving him glory. it's a lot tougher than it is just to write it out!
yes, we feel the pull... our hearts are prone to wander, but blessedly, we're slaves to grace, yes?!!?

elizabeth said...

I feel the hunger in my heart too as I read your beautiful words...to know Him, to hear Him.
Elizabeth
http://www.justfollowingjesus.com

Foxglove Spires said...

Such a beautifully written poem with gorgeous photos, I love the sunflower, they are amazing.

Have a wonderful day filled with beauty. xx

Nancy said...

Love the opening--a seed isn't a seed until the color is withered away. Oh, how I hate that withering away part, but that's where the beauty is. Lovely.

Kim Hyland said...

I love how you bring Eden's light into our todays and remind us how because "He died for those wrongs" we can "hear when he speaks." Beautiful!

Amy Danielle said...

I just loved this Alexis. Just beautiful, Him being formed in you, sweet sister... :)

Arian Tejano said...

the beauty of vernacular language with such a glaring delivery.

keLi said...

"flirts with pixels and kisses freckles."

ooh, love that. great post.

emily wierenga said...

oh, there are so many good lines in this... begging for the delight of it all... me, too, friend. i stand begging with you, light shining on our dirt and ribs and freckles. love to you. xo

Mama Zen said...

Gorgeous writing.

Jodi said...

He rejoices over you, Alexis, and delight will come, has come, is overflowing. Thank you for sharing part of that delight with us.

Wandering On Purpose said...

I had to reread and pause and close my eyes - the imagery was so moving!

Leslie said...

"Can you see it?
Stuck on a petal,
waiting to be buried
in the dust of dirt."

And then it flowers and bears fruit again. "Unless a seed falls..."

Carrie Burtt said...

Alexis you have such a beautiful talent and a beautiful heart...this is truly inspiring!
:-)

Liliya Mazur said...

Nice. If you have time…check out my poetry blog. I’d love to hear any feedback. www.liliyamazur.blogspot.com

Claudia said...

wonderful words - and i would've loved to be there, the moment when god formed adam - a holy encounter

B. Meandering said...

It is during the months when I can work outside with plants that I feel closest to God.
You explained this process so well.

oliviasbiopiclog said...

Very well composed.. I read in one of the Yogananda's book that in today's time, one can pay tribute to God by loving whatever he is doing. Instead of renouncing and let go of the actual Duties, One should feel he is serving Him when doing up the mundane jobs.. Here's mine:
https://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/divine-desires/

Love

umamaheswari anandane said...

Good ,from little as the seeds to humans you have said it in a simple but in a powerful way -works of god :)
http://www.umaspoembook.blogspot.com/

Dean said...

This is so lovely!

deb said...

you write my heart.

glorious. truly.

Samantha Bennett said...

"Deep blue sea of sky." I want to swim in that sky! Lovely poem.

emily wierenga said...

i love you, sister.

never.stop.writing.

Tamara said...

Hi Alexis. This, as all your other posts, was just perfect.
I hope that you never put down your bible. Keep reading until you can "see your own salvation" in the words that you are reading. That was preached at our meeting last sunday, and it really struck a corde for me because after about 7yrs of reading the bible and trying to live a life that is pleasing unto the Lord. I can finally see myself and my salvation as clear as day when I read God's holy words.I can see clearly now that no matter what I see or hear or encounter in this world, I just know that God's word is true and his sacrifice was great. He chose me and I am humbled.So when I read from the bible I know that the words on any given page are meant to encourrage, guide and comfort me.
I am praying for you

deb said...

I wanted to make sure to say thank you for your support re my post at Emily's . I shudder to think of my death.. leaving my five kids, husband.
But when Emily asked what I though of death and dying re raising children, well I was struck by how I "deal" or hold sacred when the process is whole.
Thank you for getting me.

Ifinder said...

Very Glad. Great and rare. Lowery poem philosophical. Thank You.