Thursday, June 13, 2013

From the Darkness



From the darkness of the seed
to the darkness of the ground,
in the darkness of the dreaming soil,
the darkness of almost-time...
Cocoon-dark,
chrysalis-cramped,
foetus-curled...
Tomb or womb
there is little difference
but Time tells -
Listen for the sound of the bells.
(Funeral knell or matins bell,
Time will tell...)
They begin,
beyond hearing,
pealing
and appealing:
“Burst,
blossom,
shine!
It is time!”
The bells blossom
and the air is filled
with the scent of their song.
The darkness,
void too long,
begins to beat butterfly wings
and shoots of Summer
burst from the heart
of the dark.
Now, there is blossoming:
the bells of Spring,
ringing in colour
from monochrome
and calling Summer
home.

~Ruth Calder Murphy 

http://www.ruthcaldermurphy.com
Painting: "Sunshine Harvest" By Ruth Calder Murphy

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