Reading the poetry of Mary Oliver I found this concise stunning description of those roots …
except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
Of unobservable mysteries – roots and sealed seed
And the wanderings of waterMary Oliver Fall Song from her American Primitive Collection
That is why she won a Pulitzer Prize for poetry. Makes me not want to post my stuff. But I know each of us has talents and must be willing to share those!
I was recently challenged by lines on a TV series of all things! “Newsflash! Life isn’t fair.” “Try to DO something about it.” “You can’t win the fight unless you get back in the ring.” “We are the change we have been waiting for.”
The next morning, looking to the Lord, I composed this:
Hollow © 2022 Molly Lin Dutina Chronic illness and pain Is a lonely place The hollow of a tree trunk Never saw the hollow before Though I’ve looked at the tree for 9 or 10 months He keeps me In the hollow of His hand His palm Never alone - with me always Each day may be a new struggle The reward is in the shelter Let myself be sheltered Yield to being held When I cry out “O Lord” Do I mean I can’t take it or O Lord be with me in it? Sheltered by the Almighty Nothing quite a secure as that Stay. Yield. Rest.