Rebirth (For Jenna and Laura)

[bukka]

Rebirth (For Jenna and Laura)

In summertime upon jagged, glacial peaks there grow
the flowers, amid wind-swept icy crags, which show
the fecundity of nature. There the resplendant colors shine
against the sloping green. The storm-tosled petals, so fine
in their markings, disclose the ethereal beauty that's sought
above the stark tree-line,
manifesting what God has wrought . . .
Pain beckoning to the pain of Bliss, the one to the One:
Being and nothingness colliding, unfinished, yet done . . .
Though the blossoms are cropped by wind and an early frost,
they stubbornly persist;
their beauty is not lost.

 

[farouk]

Rebirth (For Jenna and Laura)

In summertime upon jagged, glacial peaks there grow
the flowers, amid wind-swept icy crags, which show
the fecundity of nature. There the resplendant colors shine
against the sloping green. The storm-tosled petals, so fine
in their markings, disclose the ethereal beauty that's sought
above the stark tree-line,
manifesting what God has wrought . . .
Pain beckoning to the pain of Bliss, the one to the One:
Being and nothingness colliding, unfinished, yet done . . .
Though the blossoms are cropped by wind and an early frost,
they stubbornly persist;
their beauty is not lost.

@bukka

Interesting thoughts there....

 

[bukka]

Poetry, farouk, does have manifold meanings. I'm happy you liked my poem.

 

[Prayer Warrior]

Pain beckoning to the pain of Bliss, the one to the One:
Being and nothingness colliding, unfinished, yet done . . .

I enjoyed the imagery and advanced vocabulary in this poem. Would you mind explaining the lines I copied from your poem above?

 

[farouk]

I enjoyed the imagery and advanced vocabulary in this poem. Would you mind explaining the lines I copied from your poem above?

Yes, those are intriguing words, @Prayer Warrior

 

[bukka]

I enjoyed the imagery and advanced vocabulary in this poem. Would you mind explaining the lines I copied from your poem above?

Many times, Prayer Warrior, the author of a poem cannot entirely explain its meaning given that, many times, the imagery and meaning is not coming from the conscious part of the authors mind, but in the thinking of the mind that is not conscious to the other.

Pain beckoning to the pain of bliss, the one to the One:

On this line, I was thinking about the pain we experience in this life with the pain of bliss that we may feel at times in the next life. I supposed that we may actually be so joyfully happy in heaven that it may come across as pain in a fleeting sense. Emotionally, we experience things in human life in the form of contraries to each other. In this case, pain and pleasure, or rather, bliss.

Being and nothingness colliding, unfinished, yet done . . .

On this line, I was thinking about the fact that God is the only reality that has actual being, and that creatures have only a derivative reality. This means that creatures have, in effect, of themselves, only nothingness. As standing against the reality of God, creatures are a nothingness that collides with that reality. On the one hand creatures, are unfinished, since they have a derivative reality, yet they are done since they are brought into the fullness of Christ at the Eschaton.

There are, most likely, deeper dimensions to the meaning of these two lines.

I'm happy that you've liked my poem, Prayer Warrior. Poetry sometimes helps us to express the deeper meaning of things.

 

[Prayer Warrior]

On this line, I was thinking about the pain we experience in this life with the pain of bliss that we may feel at times in the next life. I supposed that we may actually be so joyfully happy in heaven that it may come across as pain in a fleeting sense. Emotionally, we experience things in human life in the form of contraries to each other. In this case, pain and pleasure, or rather, bliss.

I've always enjoyed good poetry.

I think I understand what you're saying about the pain of this existence. This life is certainly wrought with pain. There is no escaping it. I see Christians try to escape pain, but they end up ignoring it, and it becomes imbedded in their hearts, and over time, these wounds begin to fester. But Jesus came to heal that pain, to heal the broken-hearted, so we have to entrust our pain to Him and let him heal our hearts.

Edit: I'm curious about the title of your poem. I don't mean to pry, but are Jenna and Laura your daughters?

 

[bukka]

Thank you for your post, Prayer Warrior! Jenna and Laura were former coworkers at a motel I once was employed at. They were desk clerk representatives and I was the night auditor. They had lives plagued with many problems and had done very well in their recovery. I wrote the poem for them to lighten up their mood. I'm happy that it pleased you!

 

[quietthinker]

Expressing the heart is the ever present challenge......to express other than the heart is to lie......it leaves one curtailed at the tongue......it becomes aware that letting yes be yes and no be no carries weight way beyond suck.

 

[bukka]

Thank you for your thoughts, quietthinker.

 

[farouk]

Thank you for your post, Prayer Warrior! Jenna and Laura were former coworkers at a motel I once was employed at. They were desk clerk representatives and I was the night auditor. They had lives plagued with many problems and had done very well in their recovery. I wrote the poem for them to lighten up their mood. I'm happy that it pleased you!

@bukka Oh so they are real ppl....

 

[bukka]

Yes, farouk. They both had many personal problems and I was happy to have pleased them back then. I suppose that I'll share another poem I've written one of these days ...

 

[farouk]

Yes, farouk. They both had many personal problems and I was happy to have pleased them back then. I suppose that I'll share another poem I've written one of these days ...

@bukka If you are on a night shift with someone, then it's less unusual for them to tell you their inner thoughts and problems...I guess this is how it happened.....right?

 

[bukka]

They were on day shift, farouk. At night, you hear a lot of things about people and co-workers, especially at shift change. A motel desk clerk is a job that demands a good understanding of practical psychology. You need the right kind of heart for the job. I was happy to see that kindness and firmness usually wins out in the end.

 

[Waiting on him]

Poetry, farouk, does have manifold meanings. I'm happy you liked my poem.

Many times, Prayer Warrior, the author of a poem cannot entirely explain its meaning given that, many times, the imagery and meaning is not coming from the conscious part of the authors mind, but in the thinking of the mind that is not conscious to the other.

Pain beckoning to the pain of bliss, the one to the One:

On this line, I was thinking about the pain we experience in this life with the pain of bliss that we may feel at times in the next life. I supposed that we may actually be so joyfully happy in heaven that it may come across as pain in a fleeting sense. Emotionally, we experience things in human life in the form of contraries to each other. In this case, pain and pleasure, or rather, bliss.

Being and nothingness colliding, unfinished, yet done . . .

On this line, I was thinking about the fact that God is the only reality that has actual being, and that creatures have only a derivative reality. This means that creatures have, in effect, of themselves, only nothingness. As standing against the reality of God, creatures are a nothingness that collides with that reality. On the one hand creatures, are unfinished, since they have a derivative reality, yet they are done since they are brought into the fullness of Christ at the Eschaton.

There are, most likely, deeper dimensions to the meaning of these two lines.

I'm happy that you've liked my poem, Prayer Warrior. Poetry sometimes helps us to express the deeper meaning of things.

 

[bukka]

That is a fascinating illustration, Waiting on him. That is an intriguing display of colors. Thanks for sharing this

 

[Waiting on him]

That is a fascinating illustration, Waiting on him. That is an intriguing display of colors. Thanks for sharing this

Your poem brought to mind this young artist

 

[farouk]

They were on day shift, farouk. At night, you hear a lot of things about people and co-workers, especially at shift change. A motel desk clerk is a job that demands a good understanding of practical psychology. You need the right kind of heart for the job. I was happy to see that kindness and firmness usually wins out in the end.

Good observations there, @bukka .

 

[farouk]

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@Waiting on him This is good; so who is the artist?

 

[Waiting on him]

@Waiting on him This is good; so who is the artist?

My apologies, credit is due.

Erin Hanson,