Onion

Onion


Snowflakes fall gently past flowers
My Christmas cactus sits in the window
Lovely fuchsia petals contrasted against the sifting white

You have touched my heart once again with wonder
I yearn to shed my last pretensions
If only they could flutter
Fall away like those wayward flakes of snow
I could bid them never return again to me

Begone grey heart and taloned sin
I could peel them loose
Let them fall like tainted onion skin

Are we then so layered so redundant
in our ill placed machinations
Can we peel a final peel
reach some intrinsic holy core
some light buried there beneath
that haphazard stacking of world and I

Yes you answer
In another silent fall of flake past flower
Oh yes and much much more...


YouSir

From without to within
from the dark to the light
how many layers away
is hope to love to might....

We each need to peel
first of our souls and
then of our hearts

The path can be won
if we live by the Son ....

S'nF

a reply to: YouSir
Very lovely poetry like always.
Beautifully written yousir. Good day to you and much peace -nat

originally posted by: radarloveguy
From without to within
from the dark to the light
how many layers away
is hope to love to might....

We each need to peel
first of our souls and
then of our hearts

The path can be won
if we live by the Son ....

S'nF

Nice addition! Yours is very beautifully written as well
Much peace to you -nat

a reply to: radarloveguy


Ummm...Thank you Radar...I really love your response...keep peeling those layers...




YouSir

a reply to: natalia


Ummm...hello again my friend...I'm glad you liked this...my day was very good to me and I am at peace with who and where I am...like the final line in my poem states.....there's so much more to discover and discern and each day brings another round of wonder...

Be well Nat...may your day bring you blessing...




YouSir