I am searching for a state of heaven, a peaceful place with a feeling of calm. I look upward, following the glances of others who have looked to the sky and beyond for inspiration and understanding. I search the clouds and the blue for something that will draw the melancholy out of myself, but I still feel trapped and earth bound by worries.
Why can not the view stay sunny? Why must the dark winds blow in so suddenly and my emotions be so mercurial? Are there no constants that we can turn to for refuge? Are there no eternal truths?
I search and search, though I know I might wither and dry, and become a husk of my former joyful spirit, but I cannot let my hope die. The others whose eyes have climbed the ladder to the heavens, did they find peace? Are they beckoning to us so that we may be lifted after them? Are they wishing me well?
If my soul is trapped in winter, how can I be certain that spring will come?
Despair can only dampen our spirits if we are trapped enough so that our sight is impaired. I may be held fast by the grip of cold grey thoughts, but I seek escape in the heavens and I cling to that as my portent. I look above and past my current state to begin my thaw. So I believe that Spring will come! Spring is inevitable, a constant renewal. Spring is within me, and I hold it tightly with the hope that I shall never allow to die.
I will stand strong, I will not wilt. My blossoms may fade, but their tired husks can carry a concentrated source of beauty within them. I will dig down into the earth that roots me and nourishes me and helps me spread. I shall dig deep and become stronger as I gaze up at the sky, which has already begun to change me.
Heaven is all around me, and I can finally see. First I shall let go of the fear.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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5 Replies to “Searching”
very evocative, and expressive … nicely done … beautifully done
Thank you my dear ntexas99. Happy holidays!
and back to you as well
When I was in forestry summer camp at Texas A&M University in summer 1976, one of the guys in our camp could take leaves from stinging nettle, fold them up, and chew them. Me? I went for the hamburger and fries.
Hi Russel, I had to laugh when I read your comment. Although I’ve not tried it, stinging nettle is purported to be tasty when it’s prepared like cooked spinach: boiled or sautéed. I myself munch on mint leaves when out in the garden. Come to think of it, I think I might put fresh mint leaves on my next burger! Thanks for visiting.