Tuesday, May 29, 2012

on the life within...



"What lies behind us and what lies before us 
are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." 
— Emerson

Thursday, May 24, 2012

there is this to keep us...



To sit and look out upon the world 

is a marvelous thing.

It is even better when a mockingbird

is singing, and his love echoes back,

when a breeze stirs the wind chimes

and cicadas hum

and shadows paint with dappled sunlight

on the earth

which smells of warm pine needles.

If you wait quietly enough,

the cardinal will burst his heart for you

in song.

leslie young
© 2012


Monday, May 21, 2012

but it feels more like summer...




"Spring has come when you can put your foot on three daisies."

(I've had a whopper of a headache for two days... and looking at the computer is not helping. So I'm off to look at daisies, instead. Catch up with you when my head stops throbbing...)

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

these are the things




















These are the things of morning:

pain

a stumble through the dark for medicine

prayer

a small dog with silky fur

love

a husband's warm goodbye kiss

fear

a flurry of anxious thoughts

resolve

a litany of mundane tasks

light

a glass globe, swinging as the curtains draw

song

a chorus of birds greets the day

life

a daughter's morning face

breath.


These are the things of morning.




Sunday, May 13, 2012

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

and this is faith, too...

i am far from You.
a distance of drift,
of neglect, of
the fog of illness and
the tug of life —
of the mystery of
Your silence
and my regret.

it is a feeling,
not so much of anger
or rebellion, as
of a gentle fading,
a bewilderment,
a grasping for You
in the watches of the night
when there are no words
and sleep steals my prayers.

it is the distraction
of both joy and pain —
the insanity of life
and relationship, lived out
among the shifting sands
of chronic illness —
this unpredictable,
unforgiving,
intolerable
disease.

i don't know where i am with You.
i don't know where i am.
i don't know...
but i hope, still, in Your love for me,
i hope still, in that place You prepare,
where these tears will cease
and the great mystery of this life
of sorrows will burn away—
leaving only the burnished brightness
of a Love that was, all along,
holding onto me in the dark.

leslie young
©2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

i'm still here...


... experiencing the exhilarating and exhausting joy of a daughter's college graduation.
missing you all - so grateful for your expressions of friendship and love.
back to blogging, when life settles down a bit?