Monday, July 5, 2010

We Reach Out


Magpie Tales #21


The span of our years are like the rise, and descent of a sunflower in a beloved garden.
God's thirsty sprouts yearning to break through the outer crest, we rise like the heat of fire's spark.
From the time we can stand on our own, we reach out like empty bowls of hunger longing to be filled.
We crave the independence of the outer banks, grasping for our own way.  We struggle to lick the sky with our own array of colors, like a fireworks display.  We eat from life's nurturing hand with the fervor of missionaries taking and giving two fold back.  For on the descent, is a slow cascade of grace.  We stand still, but on shaky limbs.  Once again, we reach out, but now with full bowls of life's colored evidence of growth.
The callus knees of a well tended garden.  Now contented to rest where we lay, for we wait for
a greater sky.



16 comments:

  1. "we reach out like empty bowls of hunger longing to be filled..."
    i still do because it's my marriage bowl that is, and remains, empty :(
    carrie, your magpie is priceless, a moment by moment struggle to become! this is truly an excellent piece!!

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  2. this is a great post. love all the little tidbits...the empty bowl...waiting on a greater sky...great message...

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  3. "From the time we can stand on our own, we reach out like empty bowls of hunger longing to be filled."

    It bears repeating (Sheri quoted it first) but this line is spectacular. The poem is a good one but the line really caught me reading it over and over. It creates so many images. Children wanting for knowledge, the helpless needing help, People craving God...I could go on forever. Ecellent work, as always thanks for sharing Carrie you are inspiring.

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  4. Beautiful work and love how you view life as a sunflower - reaching up and bending over fulfulling its life in a garden...from seed - returning to seed....lovely image...bkm

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  5. A slow cascade of grace is exactly how I envision my life now ... thank you for writing this so beautifully.

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  6. Yes, Sheri I think we all have areas in our life where the bowl remains empty. I certainly wish you blessing in that area of your life. :-)
    Thank you Brian,Robert, and Signed...bkm for stopping by and taking the time to read it. I always appreciate everyone's feedback. It is a blessing to me. Hope everyone has an awesome week.
    :-)

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  7. sometimes I feel that "empty bowl of hunger longing to be fulfilled"...and then sometimes I think that "empty bowl" in my life is better left empty. Great magpie!

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  8. What a Beautiful Post!
    Very Inspiring and Uplifting mental imagery.

    I want to congratulate you for winning the
    "Laws of Illusion" cd by Sarah MacLaughlin.
    Please email me with your mailing info so I can send you your gift!!!
    God Bless With Love,
    Niecy.

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  9. Thank you Caty, you are right some empty bowls are better left empty. :-)
    Niecy thank you so much for "Laws of Illusion" That is awesome. I will email you. :-)
    Thank you RA for stopping by and taking time to read my post. :-)

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  10. Carrie,
    Reading this piece of writing, reminds me of the same peace I gain when I am in my own garden.
    How wonderful to have your words as well!

    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  11. Thank you Eileen you must have a wonderful garden. Have a great week! :-)

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  12. "The callus knees of a well tended garden. Now contented to rest where we lay, for we wait for
    a greater sky."

    how perfect a picture ...of an artist or a writer or a builder...of the act of creation waiting for the sky to open up with a response to the work--great post!

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  13. Lovely post- so true the process of life...

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