Original Artwork by Renelle Sommerville (Ishtar)
Media: Watercolour
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: 1 Cor. 13:12a
The window blurred with milky mist, the pitcher frosty too,
The leaves that limply hang outside reflect in muted blue.
And gently placed before them both, a newly opened rose,
Freshly snipped from thorny stem, and very caref’ly posed.
The rose’s inside half is lit, its reds and yellows glow,
Reflected in the pitcher’s glass, an iridescent show.
The outside half is shadow draped, its colors barely seen,
Distorted by the window’s dark, translucent grays and green.
Outside the darkness seethes and roils, thank goodness for the glass.
E’en though not seen its presence forms a resolute impasse.
The rose, protected from the blast is still and unaware,
Its colours pure and radiant, a sight extrordinaire.
The chilling rain rolls down the pane with opalescent trails,
The droplets clinging to the glass like round, translucent snails.
They blur the view of what’s within, that shimmers in the light,
Juxtaposed with blues and blacks of unrelenting night.
The glo’rous beautify of the rose, fresh cut and yet alive,
Whose all-surrounding warmth and light insures it will survive,
When seen by those outside the glass may not be truly seen,
For milky mist and frosty haze are thrust up in-between.
Those wayward, world-worn, weary ones, who muddle through the night,
When welcomed by the morning and its soul-refreshing light
May pass beyond the window glass and leave the haze behind,
And understand that until now, they have been truly blind.
For there before them lies the rose, just begging to be known.
Unfolded petals interlaced, it beauty now full-blown.
This complicated prodigy which once was but a seed,
Astounds us with its elegance, a miracle indeed.
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Dee
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