Upon the Hill

[tonyg]

There was a weedy hill without the colors of life
Light could not penetrate through shading limbs
Darkness covered over the space completely
There was potential for beauty there on the hill

The weeds were pulled out from their dirty roots
The large overgrown limbs were pruned away
At once the darkness was overcome by the light
There was potential for beauty there on the hill

Vibrant perennials gave up their earthly treasures
Seeds were sown into the once thorny lifeless soil
For all things there is a season; a new springtime
Potential for growth and hidden beauty to flourish

The cover in its due season will surely melt away
Penetrating warmth of new light will shine through
Sown treasures will reach to the heavens above
The colors of life will give themselves up anew

Newness will cover over the barren and lifeless
A bussing in the air; dancing from here to there
There is potential for beauty in the lifeless still
Life overcame darkness and death upon the hill

 

[animalis]

Potential for growth and hidden beauty to flourish

Just as S. John of the Cross wrote commentaries for some of his poems, so could the author write a commentary explaining this one.

 

[Trishie]

The message that I receive is that an overgrown, tangled wilderness prevents light from penetrating to the earth and nourishing vibrant life beneath, but once the weeds are rooted out and dead, twisted branches and brambles are cut away, light can penetrate to the soil, and space is created to allow fresh new, growth to flourish, turning the previously bleak scene into a beautiful garden that reveals wildflowers and blossom and fruit that was previously choked and hidden.
While this applies in the natural world, I would suspect that Tony is also creating the image of a soul whose life needs clearing and pruning in order to allow new life and fruitfulness that praises and glorifies God while drawing nourishment from him.

Did I do okay Tony?

 

[tonyg]

The message that I receive is that an overgrown, tangled wilderness prevents light from penetrating to the earth and nourishing vibrant life beneath, but once the weeds are rooted out and dead, twisted branches and brambles are cut away, light can penetrate to the soil, and space is created to allow fresh new, growth to flourish, turning the previously bleak scene into a beautiful garden that reveals wildflowers and blossom and fruit that was previously choked and hidden.
While this applies in the natural world, I would suspect that Tony is also creating the image of a soul whose life needs clearing and pruning in order to allow new life and fruitfulness that praises and glorifies God while drawing nourishment from him.

Did I do okay Tony?/QUOTE

Thank you - You did a better job explaining the poem then I did
Writing it - team work. An inspiration for another one - see how
The Lord works! Thanks for helping me out. Anthony

 

[Trishie]

Trishie;9606711:

The message that I receive is that an overgrown, tangled wilderness prevents light from penetrating to the earth and nourishing vibrant life beneath, but once the weeds are rooted out and dead, twisted branches and brambles are cut away, light can penetrate to the soil, and space is created to allow fresh new, growth to flourish, turning the previously bleak scene into a beautiful garden that reveals wildflowers and blossom and fruit that was previously choked and hidden.
While this applies in the natural world, I would suspect that Tony is also creating the image of a soul whose life needs clearing and pruning in order to allow new life and fruitfulness that praises and glorifies God while drawing nourishment from him.

Did I do okay Tony?

Actually I didn’t give you deserved accolade for the richness of your imagery evident in careful reading of your poem. I know that, while some poems flow and seem almost to write themselves (do you find?) you have also carefully crafted your language. I know something of the dedication and thought involved in doing so.
You have a genuine poetic spirit, Anthony.

 

[tonyg]

tonyg;9608412:

Actually I didn’t give you deserved accolade for the richness of your imagery evident in careful reading of your poem. I know that, while some poems flow and seem almost to write themselves (do you find?) you have also carefully crafted your language. I know something of the dedication and thought involved in doing so.
You have a genuine poetic spirit, Anthony.

Thank you so much for your kind words; I am truly humbled. Peace, Anthony