Contrasts

Contrasts

Sunshine and cloud cover,

I need them both

To appreciate

First one and then,

The other.

Peace and disharmony

Inside myself,

Neither to be fought,

Nor sought.

Open to His plan,

A clear acceptance

Of who I am.

Form and matter

Need each other

In a sustaining presence.

Harmony and clatter.

Which grabs my attention?

So good to be alive and aware

Of how we all fit together.

Life flows on

In sequence,

And I float red ribbons

On the crest of the waves

Washing over me,

And come up sputtering

For air,

Laughing in the face of my despair!

Oh yeah,

Healing.

The deeper I delve

Into my pain,

The freedom of laughter bubbles

Spilling over,

And healing the woundedness,

Constricting bands

Become (garlands, boughs) of flowers,

Falling across my chest,

And are renewed in

The cool, clear breath

Of forgiveness.

Can love be far behind?