"Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." Paul to the persecuted at Philippi (2:5-11)

19 May 2012

Bramble Flowers

delicate white flowers

dotting my landscape

today

tomorrow

amid the thorns

tart dark fruit

 

A poem for my friend Beth, who has often reminded me of the simple value of the poetic.  And for her daughter, whose appreciation for the wild berries on the edge of my yard a few summers ago makes me think of her every time I look at those promising buds.

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2 comments:

  1. Bruce RobisonMay 24, 2012 at 2:55 PM

    Lovely.

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  2. BethMay 27, 2012 at 3:40 PM

    Beautiful! I'm honored. :) So glad I come to mind when you think of the poetic...and touched the beauties of the berries make you think of S.

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