Melancholia

“I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.”
― Hermann Hesse

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(a visitor to the blackberries / Julie Cook / 2015)

Waiting for the burdens to lift,
growing familiarly uncomfortable,
we ripen like freshly picked fruit.

Tender to the touch yet apt to bruising far too easily,
Colors now slowly blend, as the sun continues to work her charms.
Time will not be kind.

Buried by inconsistencies while hiding in the dappled light,
We long for the miraculous of the Divine
Only to be transfigured and made all the more beautiful.

And so we hope and wait.

Wonderment transpires

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.
Albert Schweitzer

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(a timely blooming of paperwhites / Julie Cook / 2015)

Within a mere matter of hours buds open and amazingly bloom,
filling this new day to this new chilly month with
the hope of things to come, the anticipation of joy,
and the wonderment of awe. . .

Let this be written for a future generation,
that a people not yet created may praise the Lord

Psalm 102: 18