A Beautiful Tangle

My life is a beautiful tangle ofdahlias. Yet how difficult to acceptwhat despair or delightis offered on any given day. I always want what is not offered,yet what is offered could be blessed:only missing my acceptance. What I wanted on this day?to awaken and watch himsleeping, all-gathered, not mine. Instead, these dahlias: Their blood-burst,their unraveling … Continue reading A Beautiful Tangle