I uncurl and fall still and sleep
in the twilight
until night comes . . .
The wind
Lashes.
I am a threadbare rainbow,
A brittle ship in a hurricane,
Clinging to this twig
That is my harbor.
Alone.
Helpless until the wind falls still.
I hold on . . . and on . . .
The wind
Hushes.
I am a breathless finger of water,
Pearled,
Dangling from this twig
That is my gibbet.
I am strangling.
Alone.
Helpless, estranged from freedom.
Dying for an explosion of wings.
I struggle . . . and try . . . to fly.
The wind
Knifes,
Slitting my skin
Into spiraling snowflake fragments
That flutter
To the night grass below and
Die.
I am blind,
Naked,
Agonized in every pore,
Grasping, gasping,
Clotheless,
Hanging from this coarse twig.
The wind –
Vaults
Catapults
Rips
Tears
Flings
Me
Away.
Instants and
Eternities.
I see colossal galaxies and
Salt-grain atoms of air.
I am dying.
Dying to hold on.
Strangling for air.
Dying for an explosion of wings.
Dying to fly.
Dying . . .
Dead.
The wind –
Is no longer there.
All is silence.
But what is catching me up?
Morning light
And an explosion of wings.
Magenta
Amethyst
Cerulean
I wash heaven in a thousand watercolors,
Painting morning.
I see the promises
In the night agony.
I live, redeemed, renewed
By the fall of death
By the endurance of pain.
Clinging to air.
Breathing freedom.
Living to fly . . .
Living to fly.
This is another one of my favorites from you, Mary-Faustina…right up there with “O For a Star”, “Even”, “Eowyn”, and “Winter Will Not Last Forever”! When it comes to spiritual analogies, you are always tops! I do hope you someday publish some of these in a paperback anthology or something!
There are so many beautiful lines here…”I am a threadbare rainbow”…”I am a breathless finger of water”…”I wash heaven in a thousand watercolors”….Also, the stark brutality of what it takes for chrysalis to become a butterfly sounds very much like a Near Death Experience. Actually, it reminds me of the description Gandalf uses to explain his experience beyond the grave.
And is it not interesting that “chrysalis” and “Christ” sound so similar? Death and rebirth is much a part of nature and the seasons…surely God meant it that way to point us in the direction of His Own Son’s Death and Resurrection?