Mary and Bonny

I went to Lake Bonny park for around two hours because I went twice.

Wind

The ripples are commanded, come ashore

they obey

The trees heed to the same master

swaying calmly

The reeds are bent in reverent praise

by force

The clouds glide gracefully across the sky

without care

The wind is their master

He rules

Peace

Its not the silence that calms me

because silence in and of itself is impossible

its the attempt to get there that opens my eyes

by eyes I mean ears

allowing me to take an appreciation of life

life being found in other creatures

chirps and cheeps

water lapping upon the shore

trees rustling as the air moves

the sound of nature playing their fourth movement

seemingly for anyone who will take the time to listen

After first reading the Messsenger poem I was caught up as to what a phoebe and a delphinium were. They are flowers and the whole time I thought that they were types of Greek or Roman gods. But alas there is no deeper meaning hidden there that ended up eluding me. I do like the way she defines her work. She says "that her work is loving the world" which I believe should be the work of ever believer in the world. We are told by Christ to love our neighbors as ourselves. So then she is not only doing what is necessary for her but for everyone.

Her next poem is one that I like the most out of the entire set. Being from a northern state where snow is a reality this is a great depiction of the way that things really are. The sky when it turns gray but the light is amplified by the snow that is falling and is already on the ground. The wind is still as the snow falls softly and silently. True peace is achieved in the winter when the snow is falling because everything is searching for a warm place or hiding silently from the cold. then when you get inside you begin to just stomp your feet and shake all the snow that may have not melted off of yourself.

I also thoroughly enjoyed the last one because of its simplicity and its complicated message that it contains. Is it saying that any darkness that we receive is for our good? Is it only the darkness from the people we love that can really help us understand that darkness is a gift? This reminds me of the scripture that says something to the effect of wounds from a friend are safer than kisses from the enemy. I guess its the idea behind the giving. If someone truly loves you then the darkness they bring will end up in your ultimate benefit.