Bending Into The Blue

oak park tree my fave

bending into the blue

we’re dusted up a bit
after a storm blew through
roughed us up a bit too
the days cracked open like
a meteor fell from the
heavens
akin to the Russian one
the cracks wide
like caverns of crazy
gaping
and then death marched around
this place
in twos again, but it could be three soon
we’re dusted up a bit with
death and sadness

but we bend into the light
till the ground to bury roots
not heads
hold them high
toward the light, it pierces the dark
and melts the frozen sheets of sadness
the calm after the storm
can’t come soon enough
we look for redemption to sing loud soon

we are still dusted up a bit
like we were thrown off a horse at the rodeo
bruised the tender places
like the heart and soul
more than the backside
pain wakes up the sleeping
it rocks and jolts
realigns
cold water on the face wakes up the
ones dozing off into complacency
smacks the sleeping from their slumber

we were banged up a big
surprised by the sting
rocked by the moving currents
blizzard conditions prevailed awhile
bundle up hold on hunker down
when the artic blast comes your way
put the covering on, layers and layers of
the garment he gives
the full armour

but we bend into the blue
the color of strength
IBM chose it for a reason
the meek shall inherit the earth
and these are the days leading up to
more of it, redemption
the robin’s eggs and bluebirds will deliver spring
and songs will awaken the frozen earth
praise has a way of healing the broken
Lord we are ready, the table is set

we are bending into the blue
the color of heaven
we cried to them, the celestial places
loud and long, joined by a chorus of angels
we are certain we heard their harmony
we’re made strong when weak
because heaven heard and hears
our cries
he sees the sparrow and we are seen
bruised, busted, broken, blue in spirit

bend into the blue with me
the color of grace and mercy
there is melting of the pain
when the light comes down and warms our
frozen frigid frosty souls and hearts
out of the blue
the sting of death
has lost its sting
a bit

we are bending
bowing
praising
and singing
together

into the blue

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joining emily and the imperfect prose community for some words on redemption

10 thoughts on “Bending Into The Blue

    1. DAF,

      I hope you are well. The azaleas will be blooming soon and the warm air is coming. Thank you for your constant encouragement. Having you on the journey is such a sweet sweet gift.

  1. “but we bend into the light
    till the ground to bury roots
    not heads
    hold them high
    toward the light, it pierces the dark”

    this was the first, but not the only series of words that caught me. oh, your poet’s heart is so hopeful, so undaunted. i love the life that comes from roots buried, but heads lifted. strength from all that blue. and death loses its sting when we bend toward Him. yes. i get this, especially that word “bend.” love the way your words haunt me, friend. don’t ever stop writing.

  2. we are bending
    bowing
    praising
    and singing

    Yes. What a beautiful response to struggle and strength — both the color blue. So grateful for your words, beautiful Elizabeth.

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