Verbal Description
A landscape image
Throughout, light flirts with edges of a neatly trimmed bush. Pale green leaves tease shadows and tiny twigs creating an almost-orderly, if not elaborately, textured background
From the lower right, a long, seemingly out of place stem leans to the right as it liberates a single red tulip. Light outlines the not-quite open petals and waits.
Until now
I sought harmony
instead of Truth.
I thought tension
Meant tragedy
As if anything
Was birthed from stillness.
Now I see
More clearly,
At least on occasion,
The truth is
Harmony exists
Because of the tension
Rather than in its
Naively desired absence.
I never asked for this
Reasonable accommodation of spirit.
I’m grateful none the less.
Tension was not the tragedy,
But believing it was
Was Tragic.
Or, perhaps,
It was merely an aspect of life
I was not mature enough to see.
Until Now.
Life bursts forth
In her brilliant colors
From the manicured
And mundane,
Thankfully.
Our spirits
Play by their own rules
And true order
Always accommodates
The laws of
Love.
