Life will use the air

abused by ill words

as offerings for trees

who paint our futures

with their leaves.

 

Happy Friday Everyone,

This post is later than originally planned but as a Brit going through the chaos of Brexit whilst processing a few things in my own life, I’m going to forgive myself.  This may be the last Free Form Friday for the foreseeable future. Take up has been limited in quantity but high in quality these past weeks. Thank you to those who contributed work and encouragement. I’ve been super greedy and added two poems this time. I hope these offerings help herald a bright spring weekend for you all. There is a lot going on in the world right now, I wish all of us the peace and insights we each need to thrive.

The words for this fortnight were: LOVE, PAINT, AIR, OFFERINGS (any two or three)

 

‘Offerings’ by Deborah; a Wise Woman’s Journey

Offerings of love to others

paints the air we breathe

into our life, our souls

it is a blessed reprieve

from this world’s negativity

that can haunt our spirits

and try to bring us down

~ * ~

It is a power that overcomes

hate, prejudice, anger, and depression

it performs CPR on our hearts

and fills it with medicinal compassion

to be given to others as a julep

so they can drink in its healing miracle

and bless other souls one at a time

until the world has been enraptured

and every heart no matter how broken

will, by the wonderment of forgiveness, be captured

 

Love & Hate

Hate: a verb, an abstract noun;

A force we co-create

Hate; ‘not being able to stand someone’

But hatred cannot stand,

 

It is disabling;

Disabling civilizations,

Stealing air; thieved breath,

A many fractured thing

Born of privilege and ire,

Born of silencing,

And hope that’s cleft,

Born of splintered lives,

Born of suffering;

Sometimes dressed up

As perverse offerings

Forgetting we are elements

Of one,

 

Hate is the abstract that would see us all abstracted,

Paint over its red lines,

Hatred, a false map, a soul made inactive

When we are, by our own hate, defined,

 

Hate; a verb, an abstract noun

That we may give our power,

Love; a verb, an abstract noun

That is hate’s funeral pyre.

 

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

 

Alternative Text: The roots of a tree reach towards a body of water. The roots are almost human in form, their texture and shape resembling a bowed head and reaching limbs.