After the storm,
when the ground had settled,
and sunlight was sending shafts of
warmth; a seedlings curiosity combusted…
.
Peering up from
quicksilver shadows, a
young plant began reaching
up for the basic elements of life…
.
Wishful of being whole; the seedling
gazed wide-eyed as two nurturing hands
reached down to work the fertile soil beneath her…
.
No harm, now, will ever befall me, (the seedling thought)
I am cared for and loved…
.
But at times powers will whelm you;
things you have no control over,
(someone interrupted her thoughts),
anger,
uncertainty,
soul-searching isolation,
the anguished miseries of
sudden calamities and heartbreak
trading one misery for another;
(beware of) beasts whose ravaged claws
scratch out pernicious footholds in the heart,
and of deception's poisoned WORDS
that spread honeyed lies,
to manipulate
to subjugate
to incarcerate
an ingenuous heart…
(Momentarily the voice paused)…
(Then began again) …
Avoid the rodomontade of poetic-pipers,
denigrating those extolling weightless love;
evil hawking its plans, slicing with razors the
flesh of integrity and honesty while uncertainty
rips at the etyma of innocence and faith…

But, DO NOT FEAR! (the voice said)
as scarred hands held the plant closer.
.
there is no
tempest that
will uproot you;
you are adored and
cared for. We will fight
for you, He will touch you
and stroke your leaves softly,
He will poke the dirt and kiss your flowers
and maintain the fertile soil around you,
and you will grow and become aware
of things you have never known
before. And you will always
smile after the storms
when He appears out
of the blue to be
with you…
.
richard lloyd cederberg
3/2017

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