What I Speak Comes from Two Strong Legs Rooted

What I speak comes from two strong legs rooted

Not my voicebox.

I stand in thick imperfection.

Here I know my words fall

As red-dotted leaves diseased

From the butterfly bush.

Summer ages, my words break down,

I feed future friends:

Monarchs sipping purple wine.

This post is part of Five Minute Friday. We write for five minutes with one-word inspiration. Today our word was SPEAK.

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August 18, 2017
  • I love how you got monarchs in there :). Beautiful, as always!

  • Emma Hughes

    I love the eloquence of this – the imperfect offerings we hold out as food for ourselves and the world (hmm that made me think of your other poem this week! love the recurring theme!) Your showing up is powerful and an act of defiance in a crumbling world xx

  • Tammy

    Oh dear, dear friend!
    Your vines are rooted above, in the Holy of Holies. πŸ™‚ You are not trampled upon, but resting on the trellis. Should you happen to fall off and get dirty, you will be rinsed and raised up again. Your worth does not diminish simply because the dust comes upon you.
    Those strong legs that support you never tire of walking with you.
    And, it is your humility that gives you the ability to be used so willingly and effectively.
    πŸ˜‰ Look at the poetry you inspire, sweet and wonderful and beautiful Christina.
    Love,
    Tammy
    (#77 this week)
    And, God was using you, because you were listening!

    • Tammy, thanks for the encouragement. No worries about true worth: I’m simply a semi-dramatic poet (hand to forehead, Lady of Shalott-style).

  • Andrew Budek-Schmeisser

    Monarchs sipping purple wine…oh, Christina, this line will stay with me!

    #2 at FMF this week.

    https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2017/08/your-dying-spouse-351-this-will-all-be.html

  • JJ Hil

    Combined the “speak” with the “place” (and the jam) – it makes a great combo… rooted in the following, wherever God leads… at least, that’s where my mind took your words.

    Thanks for the perspective. (and thanks for the visit/comment)

    • JJ, I love your interpretation: that’s the gift of poetry. πŸ™‚

  • Marie

    “Thick imperfection” is my new favorite phrase. So good, my friend.

  • Janyre Tromp

    Boy do I ever relate to “thick imperfection.” Thanks for sharing, Christina!

  • JeanneTakenaka

    Christina, what a beautiful poem! And for the record, I loved what you shared that day!! Spoke to the deep places in my heart.

  • Tara Ulrich

    Lovely! Rooted like a beautiful strong tree. I’m in the 55 spot this week.

  • Christina, this is a lovely poem. Love the image of your words breaking down and feeding the butterflies. Also you standing in imperfection.

  • wow. this was beautiful. the line “I stand in thick imperfection” really stood out to me. I used to be a Bible teacher and speaker before I got ill – and that describes it, exactly – that feeling of utter inadequacy, yet standing in God’s grace. Great to meet you via FMF! If you want a free book, Coming Back to God When You Feel Empty (on the book of Ruth), then do check out my website http://tanyamarlow.com

    • Thank you, Tanya. Inadequacy is the right word. I’m glad we’ve connected over this—such a gift. P.S. I have read your book! Your journey with illness has helped me with my own pain. Blessings…

      • GAH! I totally didn’t realise you’d read my book already! That is wonderful and amazing (and also I have been working through your comments on my blog and very much appreciate them.) Sending you much love today