Thoughts on an Amaryllis

Dry, peeling globe,
whiskered, spidery tendrils bottomside.
Topside, a thumbnail pokes through
plays at growing green
threatening strong stalks towards the sky.
Blooms are said to hide within--
secrets in scarlet, crimson, peach
pearly white, the palest pink--
a plantiferous palette of possibilities.
But I do not see their beauty now
Cannot feel any joy at what is there
unseen.

I'm feeling bulb-like these days,
layers of daily, dull, drudge
covering a floral wonder.
Lacking zip or zeal,
taking on water, daily light, 
turning when needed.
Always turning.
Always needed.
Feeling not feeling
but going by faith that the Spirit,
latent though He seems,
is there.
Waiting, powerful, 
pushing in, out, up
present always.
He'll appear in His time
bloom high above the quiet soil
and shout, "Life!"
at the top of His lungs.
So I wait
and turn
and keep on drinking.
~~~
c. Jody Lee Collins, 2015

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  1. Glorious. Inspiring. Loving the alliteration--plantiferous palette of possibilities, zip or zeal.

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    1. oh, Jennifer, that makes my day....to have my words be called 'glorious' and 'inspiring.' Thank you!

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  2. These words touched me deeply. Thank you.
    Carol Wilson

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  3. " going by faith that the Spirit,
    latent though He seems,
    is there."

    these words describe much of the last several years for me.
    He is bringing the life, but it has felt like a long time.
    These words have touched me too, Jody.

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    1. it blesses me so to know my words have touched you. I planted a new amaryllis bulb for this season and want to use it to remind me God's spirit is moving, His power and presence are here, even when I can't see them or feel them....

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  4. I love amaryllis! And you have beautifully captured with words the wonder of their growth and unfolding. Even better still is you personal, poignant analogy. I pray that one moment SOON you are going to turn and see evidence of God's glory as you never have before!

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