I crave the simple image
The minimalist’s view painted on my inner most eye.
A soft pallet stroking my grieved and sickly soul
With it’s never too little, never too much easy flow of grace
Inviting me to rest my head
I crave you.
I crave flowing pastures that meet soft blue horizons.
Never worried they are of
Thunder, threats and lightening storms raining despair upon settled ground.
No rose petals falling from skinny hopeless stalks or
Once hearty trees giving in to driving rain.
No, I crave a bloom coming forth from freshly sprouted earth and
Sun rays that compliment her efforts.
I crave this, this elegance, this simplicity, this conflict free existence.
Today I ask you not to offer up hurried flashes and trampling thoughts one over the other.
Don’t take me down paths to the world that once held me captive.
Today I ask for orange to make peace with yellow and not war across the page
Spilling on red, assaulting blue and running head first into black.
Not today, today I crave simplicity.
I need something simple, something elegant
As my mind is weary, saddled with burden, near to fail and never phoenix.
So I beg for rest, for reprieve, for mercy.
Show me no images of the war I fought and lost
Remind me not of times I stood dressed as a soldier
In tiny patent leather shoes and a frilly little dress
Beside my commander, my chief, my enemy.
I ask you
I beg of you
Show me no more sorrow
Show me no more pain.
Today I need simplicity.
Today I must have peace.
Elegance and Peace by F. Magdalene
written Wednesday, January 30, 2008, 9:33 pm