FLOURISHING

Sow seeds of love –
for their blooms
are beautiful,
and guaranteed
to reseed.
© Marie Elena Good, 2010
Sow seeds of love –
for their blooms
are beautiful,
and guaranteed
to reseed.
© Marie Elena Good, 2010
Incredible image courtesy of Lars_Nissen_Photoart, on Pixabay
He asks what my hardest moments have been, pressing me to purposely reflect on a life that has been primarily appreciation-inducing. I had parents who loved me well and modeled life; relatives who enveloped and affirmed me; friends who have laughed with me, and accepted my limitations; a sister with whom I can celebrate differences and honor common blood; children and grandchildren of limitless love; a husband who gives selflessly and fills my gaps; a Savior who has walked beside me since my earliest days. These thoughts of great blessing bring easy breath and grateful tear. Not that I have not experienced occasional pain. Loss of loved ones. Moves I did not want to make. Divorce. I have not been exempt from affliction. But searing misery has come from a single source: The suffering of those I love.
There is no torment
more incapacitating
than wanton worry.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
“After the Rain” (Made with Love by Leeroy. Life-of-Pix free stock}
She writes her life in third person
Once removed.
In ink or lead or crayon.
Or spoon.
It’s strewn about while she
Remains unmoved.
Someone loved her once, she knows.
No. She knows.
She wrings her wrists
And twists her ring.
Can’t tell you what she ate
Or when.
Or who would ask such a thing.
She also knows this:
Each day is a season
Fused with strife,
Escaping her grasp,
Leaving her gasping
For life.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
It’s been weeks,
so we meet at McDonald’s at 5:30 a.m.
for a hot breakfast,
only we are greeted by a locked door, and a sign:
“sorry for the inconvenience,”
so we spend ten minutes of precious time
searching another location
while others this morning are searching
rubble
for dead loved ones in Nepal.
© Marie Elena Good