Love is Like a Cactus

Love Is Like A Cactus

(A poem for Lydia on her 6th birthday)

 

In a fertile Midwest land, the grass grows so green,

And the fields surround me like a hug for miles unseen.

The rain is no stranger, even in the Summer.

It falls like kisses to the land, saturating it in wonder.

Things grow and grow and grow and grow,

Having everything they need.

And it makes me wonder how things grow in deserts

From fragile little seeds?

Plants must be tough in the South,

A different kind of breed-

A little more hardy, a little more enduring, and a little more prickly, too.

For that big sun beats down on the land,

Scorching everything in its view.

Yet somehow the Myrtles flower and the Cactus blooms,

Maybe they reserve what they need in tiny storehouse rooms?

I grew alongside you in our green land dearly missed.

Your hugs were the fields around me, and the Summer rain your little kiss.

And now I think I know how in the hot sun the Cactus still blooms!

It must be love it has stored up in its tiny storehouse room!

Here I may not have your hugs nor on my cheeks your little kiss,

But in the storehouse of my heart is a love enduring all that is missed.

 

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Found in Winter

I’m ready for the cold
Let the temperature drop
Let the streams slow down
And the rushing waters stop

I’m ready for the cold
Let the winter enfold me
Like snow on the boughs
Blankets the tallest evergreen

I’m ready for the cold
Pack your white around my heart
So that the distance
From me to you ends at the start

I’m ready for the cold
Alone in the field am I
In snowflakes dress me
Cover the lashes of my eyes

..And In the field the animals sleep..
Sleep..
But underneath..

Underneath a warmth glows
flickering embers of red
my heart still beating
tucked away in its snow white bed

I’m found here in the cold
life and passion stir within
Though covered in snow
Here dwells a jewel never to dim

Come find me in the cold
of its chill I have no fear
I’m clothed in scarlet
But who will see me standing here?

Come find me in the cold
the one who has eyes will see
And if eyes be blind
I remain content here, just me

I’m found in the cold
Birds whistle songs from the trees
I can find rest here
Even the rocks will sing with me

..Singing, I am found
I am found
Here in the cold, come find me
I am ready
I am found

Patience

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Fertile valley and wild hill
Such is the landscape of my heart
Twist and bend and secret place
You who have known me from the start

What faithfulness, what patience
In my small life You have displayed
Kindness reached His hands to me
As brier pushed my heart away

Tangled mass of prickly plants
Or windblown and battered peak
He who called me by my name
Knew in time His heart would I seek

O, what patience