The Last Petal
Two Perspectives
Winter rain finally came.
The dreary hangs over the already weary;
The drizzle, the drench
Does not quench --no foundation
Sinkholes, torrents on every side
Collide.
Break thru the mist--
Prayers for absorption.
Promise of Spring
All things new.
But it's the same old...
Why this low cloud pressure-
The puddles so blue?
Need of a sunshine measure
To paint the rainbow smile
Always hope, right?
I'll plant the seeds,
Grace, stay for more than awhile
Love pulls her feet; let’s
breathe together
Look. Listen. See.
No rain weather.
Find it! Dear one
It's your life raft, Beloved...
I just want rest...
Closing in, each petal painfully plucked.
I see no beauty now, did I ever?
In Your Creation
“The moon and stars…” she reads
“I am so much more”...she insists.
Am I?
The bath is drawn to once more
Try and cleanse the infested.
And in the aftermath
Of confusion and grief,
You and me memories will
never be brief.
The deeper pool of promise
Intentionally I
submerge,
Again and again
For God is good and
merciful and true
Even in the last
petal,
Through this new quench of
tears,
May Your Glory emerge.
Considerably yours, Coleene
SUICIDE AND CRISES LIFELINE DIAL 988
