Monday, February 17, 2014

hidden


(Pollak Vineyards - Greenwood, Virginia)

* * *

...hard to believe they'll bloom,
much less bear fruit again,
this landscape of a thousand crucifixes
looking lifeless
and beaten...

but within each cross
flows the blood of beginnings,
perennial promise
of return...
of resurrection...

beneath the stillness,
this suspended animation,
are stirrings...

The scene which holds for the eye only death
belies unseen Life within...
welling up,
mustering,
and moving in ancient circadian concert 
with all of Creation
as it readies itself
for
 The Reveal.

* * *

"To everything there is a season, 
a time for every purpose under heaven"
-Ecclesiastes 3:1

6 comments:

Mary said...

Sometimes we see better without our eyes don't we...
You write beautifully!

Hindsfeet said...

thanks my dear....and yes, I agree...I think sometimes our eyes get in the way of seeing the things most worth the view.....

Jennifer Richardson said...

"musterings"....oh how I love that.
This is such a vivid picture of what I'm feeling;
big joy and hope to all of us
sharing this journey
as we lean into the One working the big reveal:)
thanks for this sweet stirring,
Jennifer

Hindsfeet said...

always, Jennifer....be good to you this weekend m'dear <3

Jonathan Chant said...

Very beautiful. Great photo, too.

Hindsfeet said...

Thanks Jonathan, had a peaceful day up there....