The Easter flower a simple metaphor of rebirth
Easter Flowers don’t bloom in darkness.
Sure in the knowledge it is their time to flower they push on turn away from dark times. Hold their faces towards the sun that warms their beds of frozen soil and cracks Earth’s intransigent grip on them
How will I bring forth new life? What will I begin to change?
Filled with fear my dark thoughts encourage division. Easier to give up the struggle and let the Easter flowers wither.
Yet, they push their way through the fear of winter eradication. Push through barricades that block the fulfilment of their destiny. Reach out, grow round dark parasites that threated to destroy the seeds that cannot come to fruition if fear is not reined in and chained.
Filled with fear my dark thoughts encourage division
Accept the wagging tongues that prophesy. It’s safer in the dark behind our barricades of perceived pain and hurt. Why push above the soil. Stay safe beneath the frozen earth. Discourage rebirth.
Words of poison planted upon the promising seed squandering its possibilities
How will I bring forth new life? What will I begin to change?
I focus on the Easter flowers. A symbol of new life – of resurrection
My life for too long starved of oxygen by empty platitudes predestined to ensure dissention
Like wagons circling, circling until cowboys and Indians become indistinguishable one from another.
Filled with fear my dark thoughts encourage division
How can I stem the flow of thoughts that pour their venomous seeds of doubt into my mind to take root and strengthen the dark forces that bind me in time?
I focus on the Easter flowers. A symbol of new life – of resurrection
All winter long in the dark earth it struggles to survive; to be reborn in spring.
What if, it gave n to the poisonous dark and didn’t flower?
What effect would it have on me then?
Darkness personified.
The Easter flower a simple metaphor of rebirth
Easter Flowers don’t bloom in darkness.
Sure in the knowledge it is their time to flower they push on turn away from dark times. Hold their faces towards the sun that warms their beds of frozen soil and cracks Earth’s intransigent grip on them
How will I bring forth new life? What will I begin to change?
Filled with fear my dark thoughts encourage division. Easier to give up the struggle and let the Easter flowers wither.
Yet, they push their way through the fear of winter eradication. Push through barricades that block the fulfilment of their destiny. Reach out, grow round dark parasites that threated to destroy the seeds that cannot come to fruition if fear is not reined in and chained.
Filled with fear my dark thoughts encourage division
Accept the wagging tongues that prophesy. It’s safer in the dark behind our barricades of perceived pain and hurt. Why push above the soil. Stay safe beneath the frozen earth. Discourage rebirth.
Words of poison planted upon the promising seed squandering its possibilities
How will I bring forth new life? What will I begin to change?
I focus on the Easter flowers. A symbol of new life – of resurrection
My life for too long starved of oxygen by empty platitudes predestined to ensure dissention
Like wagons circling, circling until cowboys and Indians become indistinguishable one from another.
Filled with fear my dark thoughts encourage division
How can I stem the flow of thoughts that pour their venomous seeds of doubt into my mind to take root and strengthen the dark forces that bind me in time?
I focus on the Easter flowers. A symbol of new life – of resurrection
All winter long in the dark earth it struggles to survive; to be reborn in spring.
What if, it gave n to the poisonous dark and didn’t flower?
What effect would it have on me then?
Darkness personified.
GC Hill Easter 2017
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