Trina Arnold offers a poem reflecting her struggle to make sense of all that is going on around our world right now. She suggested it might be accompanied by a picture of burning candles, and we could think of no better photograph than the one Bramwell Ryan took of the prayer candles burning in the little chapel after Sunday evening worship.
“What does it look like to say no more?
lifetimes of dreams and simple pleasures
are zipped up and hidden away
or forced to travel a road
behind fences that never end
guarded by fear masquerading as our only choice
i clicked my heels together three times
wishing we could go back
but flowers and burning candles
are relentless in their pursuit of tomorrow
they’re scattering salt and sand
to stop us from slipping
as the last of their petals wilt and
their lights flicker out
I’ll remember the lifetimes of dreams and simple pleasures
zipped up and hidden away
just please, let’s remember to trust
shake the dust off our hope
and wrap it around the fears
take a cautious silent step forward
toward the end of that fence
it will shake the earth beneath us all
and create choices we couldn’t imagine
take a breath into your full lungs
let your heart beat wild with possibilities
yes, we’re alive. here. now.
what does it look like to say no more?
well i suppose that is up to me, and to you.