Still and Other Poems

by Ginny Rodgers

STILL

Diamond-coated leaves sparkle

in the winter sun’s appearing.

Icy branches shiver

and reach up

towards the light.

Fragile flowers,

dried and tossed

from last night’s storm,

on the ground.

I, too, am one of them.

Still here;

still inherently beautiful;

still reaching up;

still worth gathering up in arms

to put on the window sill.

ALWAYS

The grief

is in my bones,

like a winter’s tree

stripped bare

with nothing left.

There’s nothing beautiful about it,

but the sun still shines

over the gray branches,

undeterred.

And yet

can we too, learn?

It's done this before,

a hundred times

ever sure

of seasons changing,

patiently and gently waiting.

Hold on—

spring is coming—

it always will.

UNSPOKEN

Life is stirring in the ashes.

From the deep of myself,

I can feel tiny wings

begin to press—

against the pressure of this shell,

desperate for breath and

openness.

Light from sky above now piercing;

all my thoughts strain for the releasing.

Heart beating faintly,

rest comes before the breaking—

fragile restraints now seem to be

nothing.

Empty now, this place once needed;

growth has come, and faith has entreated—

“Come and stretch your soul wide open;

let your feathers dry

in the wind of dreams

unspoken—

fly.”

GINNY RODGERS

Ginny Rodgers is an artist and writer who resides with her family in Birmingham, AL. She is a wife, and a mother to five energetic children. Through many expressions of art, including painting, writing, and music, she aims to proclaim the message of Christ and his love to the world. Follow her @lovehopes_poetry.