the power of love ..

most present is the constant short-fall of the water .. rolling, falling a few inches, recovering gleefully and rolling on, as if it's the most natural thing

that sound .. not monotone-ous - there is variation, but regular enough to lull, cooing

the woods barren, save for a few tireless green shrubs and evergreens, and that unrelenting vine .. suffocating, gradually stealing lifebreath from its victims, ever so gradual ..

the one promotes sustains encourages life, energizing

the other leeches, borrowing, never to give back

even in the prelude to Spring, that glorious dance of nature celebrating newlife, birth, resurrection, the longed-for soon-coming revival after winter's death-strike

cycling seasons of life, always repeating, yet ever new

how do you ever get over the majesty of Spring, or Fall

or the surprising bright-white pristine landscape in the midst of that selfsame deathly stroke ? ..

… . . .

yet we too roll and tumble and recover in the seemingly never-ending season of lifejoy ..

and, far too often participate in the kudzuing, stealing life from life in the dastardly hope of somehow prolonging our own, or somehow enriching it

we destroy, blind in our self-ish fool-ish delusion

and Creator cries

an awe-full sobbing, sporadic with mournful bellows that resound in the corridors of the heavenlies ..

sad, mournful echoes, darkening the very soul of the cosmos ..

death, dying, destruction

the horrid stench of it all ..

maddening confounding ruination

.. quite insane

scaringly evil

. . . . .. .

playful squirrels

happy birdcalls

frogsounds celebrating Springevent

young plants reaching out in hope

daffodil's yellow grin ..

a butterfly !

ha !

Somehow .. somehow, in the dark face of the deceitful delusion of humankind, life persists in it's own unrelenting

bound-up as it is in the destiny of the destroyers, it simply will not admit defeat, will not give up

displaying it's astounding colours, dizzying fragrances, gravity defying swoops and glides, races, uphill, downhill, scurrying ..

variety upon unbelieving variety ..

life exults in every breath, dancing wildly in an amazing pursuit of sheer beauty ..

beauty graciously bestowed by Creator, personally designed and formed, leaf by feather, by fin, by tail, by eyelash, ..

.. . .

like us ..

imaginative ingenious expressions of Godself, infused somehow with Godimage, Godlikeness

marvelous manifestations of Godlove ..

when we admit our true self, somehow mine the love within and defy the darkside of life ..

.. .. ' if the Son sets you free, then you are indeed free ', says the Witness of old ..

we are empowered to hope in the face of distress, trust even when we are confused and lost, joy somehow when the light is gone and darkness stifles and troubled waters stir, and there is loss

somehow .. love embraces it all

breathes life and colour and tantalizing fragrance into the dark loss

lives on

dancing even

that is the power of love