Mother Nature Musing

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As I stroll over to the orchard bench, I notice sunlight setting on a hill nearby. It creates a shadow with a red rue. It’s a subtle beauty. It briefly reminds me to forget all my recent unfortunate occurrences. The cascading shadow is a promise taking shape — lights, and shadows are blending in harmony. As humans, we get stuck on the little things that no longer serve us. The times we get stuck in traffic, deadlines we have to make, being sick and receiving an unfortunate prognosis, we forgot to look inward instead of outward. The external beauty of nature reminds me to look internally. Nature is like medicine to let go of past regret and shame to see life as it truly is.

We may be late to work because of traffic but if we always try our best to be on time, does it really matter in the scheme of things? If our boss doesn’t understand that it was because of traffic, then don’t take it personally, but look at that hill in the orchard with that cascading shadow and life will make more sense. We are the neurotic ones living with Mother Nature, who sustains more balance and flexibility than we give it credit.

I can struggle with inflexibility to changes to my routine. I like change if it’s an exciting change that I have been through before. But unexpected and dubious change is the worst. One time, I flew and there was a two-hour layover to my connecting flight. After two hours we were told we had to change planes so there was another hour delay. Flying, waiting, and getting home late isn’t something I enjoy. Like anyone, I just want to get there. I am just more anxious about the delays than someone who is more chill with the unknown.

However, nature changes seasons without a second thought. From fall to winter to spring to summer. It doesn’t willfully decide to say fall is almost over; we aren’t going to change to winter and cover the ground with snow. No, the temperatures drop, and the rain turns to snow. It is a beautiful event to witness — nature at its best.

The ground encloses with sheets of snow, purifying and, however, dissonant to those who stand in its way. Mother Nature only plays one game, and that is the game of “keep up with me.” But if you play her game, you’ll be surely blessed. We have seen what happens when we don’t play along. I believe God and Mother Nature go hand in hand.

But Mother Nature and humanity will be restored to its original intention and beauty (even though it is still beautiful) when God creates a new Earth. For the Bible says in Romans 8:18-21, “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God” (NIV).

Summer Rain Love

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The summer rain

Bringing in the heat

Showering the plants and flowers

But I could stay on this patio for hours

Looking into your eyes

You are my summer rain love

 

You are refreshing my soul

Like the Word of God

With your rejuvenating soul

Your presence makes me whole

I smell the crisp vegetation bloom

After you “rained”  in my heart

(C) Carly Wiggins 2020

 

 

How Can I?

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I ask if you love them
You say, “How can I?”
“I am only human”
But we are called to a higher place
To love everyone

I ask if you felt whole by them
You say, “How can I?”
They always get under someone’s skin
But we are to look into our own eyes
And pull out the planks

People change like every season
Broken promises like leaves
Fall like Mother Nature teasin’
We crush them with our feet
And walk forward

Where’s peace and justice?
I am not really sure
I just see evil persist
But when the leaves fall
They will return to the Earth

(C) Carly Wiggins 2019

The Children Look Into Infinity

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The hands clasped

What haven’t you grasped?

Today, if you hear His voice

Do not hardened your hearts

With your cap in hand

Where does your mind stand?

 

Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence

So the Holy Spirit can take up residence

I jump rope with a small rope as adult

And I do the hurdle jump with sandals

It’s like riding a bike without handles

 

It’s time to put my fears behind me

But I am scared of the unknown that goes into infinity

I got still have my braces

And I won’t have room for dentures

Because the inner child left behind her adventures

 

As a child the more you try to be an adult

You’ll be one to a fault

Preschoolers play on those swings

And 2nd graders play the tether ball

Take your close curiosities to the distant mall

(C) Carly Wiggins 2018

P.S. This poem features two lines from Hebrews 4. Lines 3, 4, and 7.

The Seam is Bursting

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The trees retire their leaves

My spirit grieves

I know they will be back

Like paved gravel

The workers lay the ground work

But my day’s plans unravel

 

Do not hold on too tightly

The breeze doesn’t blow slightly

The kite will blow away

Leaving that little child in dismay

 

I am a child at heart

Immature and naive from the start

I’ve been told children will inherit paradise

But I’m acting like I already attained the prize

 

If you shake me

Please don’t forsake me

I don’t always dot my I’s

Even with all these misfortunes

But I am thrilled

The enemy is being stilled

The seam is bursting with a gift inside

 

I need a new awakening

When the new day is aching

It’s aching like a bruise

I know I cannot lose

© Carly Wiggins 2018

Destructive Black and White Thinking

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I can’t form my own opinions
You told me everything you felt
There are hierarchy thoughts
Some fester into wounds
Some dissolve and like ice melt

What if you are wiser than I?
Am I bad person for thinking differently?
This deceiving serpent comes crawling
According to you, I am intellectually naive
At a train station and stalling
I have lukewarm plans and I’m wasting your time

If you are right
That this world is miserable place
And everyone is manipulative
Give me a new reality
I don’t want to live
You are as cold as your thoughts

Your thoughts may be your fears
I just know for sure that I am scared
But you are so oblivious
That by downsizing my heart vision, it’s impaired
Thank you, I have a missing heart valve now

My black and white thinking is so bad
It consist of no color, only patterns
You poured your red blood on my shade
You made a sacrifice with an ace and king of spade
Was it a real inconvenience for you?

 

 

The Rooms

 

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In the halls of discontentment

In the crowded spaces of resentment

Are these cloth coverings of protection?

Because of our wounds of rejection?

 

We are all mummied up

Spilling this blessed cup

Blocking our vision because of these cloths

We are could-have-been-butterflies moths

 

When will we allow our ugliness to shine?

That’s where mess and glory allow the stars to align

© Carly Wiggins 2018

Nature Blues

 

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The rivulet caressingly moves through the banks

While the brooks ebbs through the meadows

The river moves through the rocks

While the veins in my heart flows

There are highs and lows

Like the enchanting valleys

Or the mountains with dust of snows

 

I want a life like nature

Purposeful and serene

But the blood veins of my heart get stuck

And my bones are gettting lean

And I feel sickly with a face that’s green

I need destiny once again

A hope that’s rising like I’ve never seen

(C) Carly Wiggins 2018

Daily word prompt:

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