Sunday, June 28, 2009

Poem: Lillypads and the Meaning of Life

Lillypads and the Meaning of Life

A year ago thieves came late in the night,
and stole every bloom they saw,
every pink blossom and green pad
from the corner of the pond,

stealing their lush summer beauty
for their own, as if
somehow the act of possession
made it theirs, and yet

now, a season later, you stand here
and gaze over the pond
at the new growth that flourishes,
bright beauty waving in the afternoon winds

as if laughing at those who seek to possess
nature, alive and beautiful
in this place of wild carp and otters,
rising from the bottom of the pond,

from the source of life itself,
out of the muck of centuries
giving back beauty, an act of love
by a God who loves, an act

we too often miss in a life too full
of acquisition, action and illusions.


The picture was taken today, in Pawlet, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.



Shadow said...

we should take a hint from nature. we may break. we may be nothing more than a few roots left in dodgy ground. yet time and again, we sprout into beauty and colour...

ann said...

beautiful Tom; I've just found you here and I see you haven't lost your touch

hope all is well in Tomland with you and yours

lotsa luv ann xxxxx

Lyn said...

You wouldn't think that nature can be robbed..yet daily our callous habits undermine earthly beauty..lovely poem, full of life!

Choices said...

Nature shows us how we can begin all over again. Fresh and new.

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Nature has amazing resilience. Far stronger than we could ever be.