Under a canopy of leaves,
the irises, bountiful,
the calico butterfly flashing
and this one golden head
of a dazzling sunflower grasping
its cowled neck,
outweighing its stalk
in order to turn,
to the absolute light.
What wonders these are:
filament by filament,
birds twittering in a laughter
that could be weeping,
barely feeling the twinges of this world,
where the weak get stronger
or snailish with cracks
a day at a time.
~Judith Harris “Recovery”
“Be patient and without bitterness, and realize that the least we can do is to make coming into existence no more difficult for Him than the earth does for spring when it wants to come.”
Rainier Marie Rilke
We feel the twinges of struggling to live broken in difficult times; indeed all our days are difficult times. We won’t get out of this predicament alive.
Whether we care or not about what happens next does not alter the fact Christ dwells with us; our heavy heads bow, turning to the absolute light. The coming of spring will not be stopped by a slumbering disinterested earth.
Like Mary, we must say: “Let it be”, not “no, not me, not now.”
We are transformed, simply by accepting He has come on our behalf:
an oh so difficult faith that connects us like a filament to heaven,
like a shoot breaking through the crust of frozen earth to reach the sun in order to bloom,
like the butterfly emerging from its cracked chrysalis to try its wings,
like the snail shell abandoned because we will no longer fit inside its broken walls.