Hands raised in tender supplication,
You reach out to the clear heavens,
Drawing down the droplets of dew and rain,
You soak the dryness out of the ground

Feet rooted in firm foundation,
You stretch out to the dark depths,
Sucking up the moisture flowing down below,
You stand as sentinel between earth and sky

Beauty displayed in rugged creation,
You sustain testimony to His grace and care.
Buried beneath in pressured rigid death,
You transform in time to gems of sparkling light!

*Sorry, its been a long time since I interacted in FF. My son was sitting for his school finals, which is government conducted. It is a very stressful time as it determines his seat in the University. So I had to take a timeout!
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Ronda Del Boccio

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Wrapped around in a silken sheath,
I lie hidden in the darkness beneath.
Are these the coils of grave and death,
Or bindings that portend a freeing rebirth?

Bathed in the sunshine flooding the air,
I used to bask in the light without a care.
Why didn’t I know about this silent stage,
Or warned of this inevitable slowing of pace?

Here I now sit clueless and confused,
Not knowing why I am confined and bruised.
To what end this dismantling of past growth,
Or the rearrangement of my parts without any oath?

Yet I sense a stirring of new life within me,
A quietening influence that comforts me.
A voice that whispers softly the key,
“Don’t resist just submit to the new decree”!

So I wait in stillness for that quiet call,
To come forth and be free, once and for all.
I shall surmount heights I’ve never scaled,
With wings of strength and beauty unveiled!

*A painted lady chrysalis. Photo by Deanster1983 via Flickr


Shorn off your glory,
You still stand tall,
Bearing in your basic berry
New life for self and for all!

Your beauty may wither and fade,
Your covering may shrivel and decay,
Your worth remains but unchanged,
For your hips hold within a potent seed!Beauty without depth has no claim,
Of power to impact beyond the grave.
Charm without content is no gain,
If it sustains for only immediate fame!Nature in many forms shows the way,
Of what is key beneath the display.
Rosy allure is not for dominating sway,
But for sustaining life & transcending the day!

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