Exploring the Trinity in a Rose... Heather Thompson, TheoArtistic Acquired Savant
I pause at the edge
of the concrete walk
where the roses,
once proper and contained,
now audaciously spill
viridian stems onto the
mossy concrete walk.
Unkempt and wild,
like the tangled mane
of a barefoot child
ALIVE
with summer freedom,
an unusual Trinitarian fractal
catches my eye -
three buds tucked
within a solitary rose
amongst a comforter
of single budded flowers.
The roses, planted by a man
whom I thought I loved,
when I could not wield the spade,
thrive long after human fussing
gave way to unbridled emergence.
Next to the old wooden gate,
where the flock of
3 ducks and 3 drakes
~another fractal of three~
lived their adolescence,
hardware cloth lines
the chipped painted fence;
predator protection now laughable
given the pungent bear
visiting nightly.
With innate freedom,
driven to communicate
the brilliance of
LIFE
in a canvas of painted hues,
amidst the blanket of
roses wild
resides the wonder of three,
fractal of the Divine,
pouring endlessly
humble kenosis.
An unusual flower,
unconcerned with differences,
neither above nor below,
nor in between,
nor thought given
to anything other than
THIS moment...
Misty morning fog
on the mountainside,
sunlight drying dew drops
upon the awakening
roses wild
where the Beloved Trinity
momentarily calls home.