Every heart goes through seasons;
every soul sometimes dims.
Spring isn’t meant to be eternal;
shadows may need to become friends.

Pain cannot be avoided,
but heartache need not break us;
When the last leaf falls,
it’s the tree’s self-preservation.

Winter brings delicate beauty
to those possessing appreciation.
Some blessings bloom brightly;
others require effortful observation.

Fragile flowers sometimes get pelted
by heavy winds and torrential downpours;
sometimes a petal falls, is lost,
but the stalk outlasts the storms.

My heart too 
like yours
encounters these same seasons;
we need not expend the emotional energy 
keeping up such false appearances.

Nature threads and laces,
weaves together and connects,
my heart with yours and his and hers
on this together shared planet.

The divinity of creation
surrounds our grounded souls,
beckoning us to be open to receiving
the healing powers it bestows. 

I took my battered heart
to the altar of the sun
and laid it before my Lord
to mend once more what had come undone.

He repaired it whole
and adorned it with even more,
kissed my bowed head
and sent blessings nonstop forth.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise