Easter Poem: Doubt and Belief

I’m reposting this from a couple of years ago. Hope there are a few who haven’t seen it before. For those who have, hope it still retains some freshness for you.

To all …

Blessings for Easter, Passover and the miracle of spring!

 

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

A promise
was thought unlikely
by Thomas

A cold wind
all that could be felt
at the end

A weeping
for what had been lost
in sleeping

A patience
in followers of
obeisance

 

A sign for
the power of such
endless love

A rising
not just of the sun
surprising

A new world
so great and simply
unfurled

A promise
no longer doubted
by Thomas

 

 

Violets and Fairy

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Illustrative Return

I noticed the geese flying because their wings were silent,

Copyright by DM Denton 2012

Copyright by DM Denton 2012

their thoughts out loud,

direction unchanged,

destination in question,

frozen over with winter

their signposts

for spring:

necessity,

expectation,

instinct,

inevitability.

Or was belief all they needed?

Copyright 2013 by DM Denton

Copyright 2013 by DM Denton

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Nature Insight: Comfort in Continuation

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

The year

even as

it’s dying

grows

into another.

















Something simple this week, that I painted and captioned many years ago, with the intent of adding a little hope even where there is heartbreak – especially with the tragedy at Newtown, Connecticut in mind and heart. Prayers of healing for all who have been so broken by untenable violence – with the belief that love can prevail.




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Fairy Believable

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

I,
for one,
am inclined
to believe
that fairies
hang up their thimbles
when a sunny day
seems as right for dreams
as a moonlit night
makes for idle hands.

I
would not
go so far
as to say,
because a
fairytale I love,
that there’s anything
but a name—and the
lore of bygone times—
in the name, foxglove.

From Wikipedia:

Digitalis is a genus of about 20 species of herbaceous perennials, shrubs, and biennials commonly called foxgloves.

Many suggestions for the derivation of the name “foxglove” have been proffered:

… it seems quite probable that the shape of the flowers suggested the idea of a glove, and that associated with the name of the botanist Fuchs, who first gave it a botanical name, may have been easily corrupted into foxglove. It happens, moreover, the name foxglove is a very ancient one and exists in a list of plants as old as the time of Edward III. The “folks” of our ancestors were the fairies and nothing is more likely than that the pretty coloured bells of the plant would be designated “folksgloves,” afterwards, “foxglove.” In Wales it is declared to be a favourite lurking-place of the fairies, who are said to occasion a snapping sound when children, holding one end of the digitalis bell, suddenly strike the other on the hand to hear the clap of fairy thunder, with which the indignant fairy makes her escape from her injured retreat. In south of Scotland it is called “bloody fingers” more northward, “deadman’s bells” whilst in Wales it is known as “fairy-folks-fingers” or “lambs-tongue-leaves”.

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Easter Poem: Doubt and Belief

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

A promise
was thought unlikely
by Thomas

A cold wind
all that could be felt
at the end

A weeping
for what had been lost
in sleeping

A patience
in followers of
obeisance

A sign for
the power of such
endless love

A rising
not just of the sun
surprising

A new world
so great and simply
unfurled

A promise
no longer doubted
by Thomas

Blessings for Easter, Passover and the miracle of spring!



©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.