[Jesse tree image from google dot com]
Inside the void of waiting, a crystal shines brighter than any dazzle could dare, Its name is stellar, its colour is clear, its passion is potent as source, as life blood. Yet its size is miniscule, like the tiniest seed or grain. For all that it needs to nuture being, is its reality.
season of Advent -
again faces are turned to
journey and a star
© gillena cox 2016
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #84, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
Linked to
Carpe Diem Special
Japanese Poetry In The Lowlands #4 Mariëtte Schrijver
Will link also to
The Tuesday Platform
Really beautifully done, and will do a wRites.
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Inside the void of waiting... what a lovely image you paint.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Thotpurge
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Soon, very soon we will light candles in anticipation of Advent
ReplyDeleteThis coming Sunday will be the first Sunday in Advent. Happy you dropped in Bjôrn
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I like the comparison of a star to a seed, just about to sprout.
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ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely thought, Gillena.
Thanks for your appreciation Kerry
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It is a inspiring poem. Very well done indeed.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Hélène
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What a beautiful beginning to such an inspiring season -- Thanks for sharing, Gillena.
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Love this simple line: "its name is stellar" :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Marian
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