How often we turn our bodies into prisons
as we carry our hearts around like inmates.
We hold back our love until we feel it’s deserved;
we want to be assured we’re loved in return.
Why are we so selfish with something of endless supply?
We can turn our bodies into prisms allowing our sunshine
to cast rainbows on the world.
Like a rainbow, love bends, radiates, and stretches,
giving hope to all it reaches.
Love penetrates the darkness and catches the world on fire.
Light the globe with the colors of love.
****Living in the Moment
February 20, 2012 – Reading
I’m sitting here reading from my kindle and listening to the conversations around me. I can hear the television from downstairs. The landline rings with a telemarketer and my phone beeps with a text message, both while the dogs wrestle across the floor. Scents of home cooking drift from the kitchen. Smelling the country style food and not being the one cooking takes me back to my grandmother’s house…oh, the days of smelling those aromas with watering mouth, just waiting to take a bite. The rain pounds outside and the smoke alarms blares inside. Someone turns on the kitchen exhaust fan, and someone else opens and closes the door. Another person fans the smoke alarm (wrong one), and I get up and fan the other one. I return to my kindle. Lots of action all around me and in my book…I’m just enjoying having a house full of family.
Thank you for touching me. This has been a day when a touch such as this is most welcome.
Love is the light of a prism, and our hearts and endless supply of it if only we are willing to let it flow forth.
I wish we didn’t need so much of it in return. At least, I wish I didn’t.
By: Joss Conlon on February 20, 2012
at 1:21 am
You are certainly welcome. We all need and deserve love.
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:37 pm
Clever switch from prisons to prisms.
Why is it, I wonder, that ‘stewed prunes’ is said in conjunction with prisms?
A very active home scene!
By: colonialist on February 20, 2012
at 2:39 am
“Stewed prunes”? What am I missing here? I’m a bit slow some times, sorry!
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:37 pm
“Why are we so selfish with something of endless supply?”
Well, I think that even though it is in endless supply, not getting loved back sometimes hurts, so in an act of self preservation we do hold it back. But we can still radiate love.
By: terrepruitt on February 20, 2012
at 2:42 am
I think you’re right!
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:35 pm
Love penetrates the darkness and catches the world on fire – love that line. Wow. And I’m glad you’re surrounded by family and love at home!
By: Victoria-writes on February 20, 2012
at 5:10 am
We have family visiting, and it’s been great!
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:33 pm
Like juxtaposition prisms/prisons
By: Carl D'Agostino on February 20, 2012
at 7:50 am
It kinda’ came out of nowhere!
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:32 pm
What a cozy scene you’ve painted.
By: nrhatch on February 20, 2012
at 9:10 am
Come on in and join us.
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:32 pm
Love the poem and love spending time with you and your family and OUR family.
By: pegbur7 on February 20, 2012
at 10:11 am
I have loved this time with you all!
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:28 pm
Loving makes one vulnerable – being vulnerable is frightening because it opens the door for hurt. But it also opens the door for joy.
You’ve painted a warm and cozy picture of family time so we can all feel we’re there with you.
By: Carol on February 20, 2012
at 10:23 am
It does make us vulnerable, but so worth the risk!
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:42 pm
We’re all afraid to put ourselves out there. We don’t want to be hurt. But only by opening ourselves to others do we stand a chance of reaping many wonderful blessings. Enjoy your family-time!
By: Debbie on February 20, 2012
at 10:47 am
No one wants to be hurts, but it’s so wonderful when we receive love in return.
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:43 pm
Truly an AMAZING post, Suzi!
You always zero in right to the heart of the matter and express your feelings and thoughts so accurately and truthfully.
“We hold back our love until we feel it’s deserved;
we want to be assured we’re loved in return.
Why are we so selfish with something of endless supply?”
You are so right!
Thank you for sharing this reminder, my friend. It’s something that we all need to hear.
((((( You )))))
X ya, my friend!
By: Ron on February 20, 2012
at 12:10 pm
You are welcome.
Thanks for stopping by, Ron.
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 12:43 pm
“We hold back our love until we feel it’s deserved” isn’t that the truth? I don’t know why I’m stingy with my love. It doesn’t feel good to me, and it doesn’t feel good to another. It is as if I’ve been told, ‘You might run out.” When just the opposite is true: the more I let love flow, the more I seem to have.
By: rebeccamullen on February 20, 2012
at 6:40 pm
Exactly, the more we free ourselves to love others the more we receive in return.
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 8:11 pm
All that activity makes me awfully happy too. Glad you’re enjoying it.
By: Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell on February 20, 2012
at 7:11 pm
I have so enjoyed having my parents, sister and her hubby here.
By: suzicate on February 20, 2012
at 8:11 pm
Such an original image. Nicely done, suzicate.
And, how focused you are to stay in your book. All is well.
By: georgettesullins on February 20, 2012
at 11:08 pm
Ha, I am one who tends to drift at times.
By: suzicate on February 21, 2012
at 1:49 pm
Brilliant post, Suzi. I love the imagery linking love to the rainbow – bending, radiating, stretching, giving hope …. penetrating the darkness….catching the world on fire …… Thank you!
By: wightrabbit on February 22, 2012
at 11:07 am
You are welcome. I thank you for reading.
By: suzicate on February 23, 2012
at 12:55 pm
Gorgeous photo and poem. I’m read the title as “prison” and thought this was going to be dark. I’m slow on the uptake some days.
By: Linda Medrano on February 24, 2012
at 12:06 pm
Ha, I know the feeling as I am usually the last one to get things!
By: suzicate on February 24, 2012
at 1:56 pm
Love the imagery of the prism. And the line about carrying our hearts like inmates resonated with me.
By: Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri on February 27, 2012
at 12:49 pm
I love the time in the morning that I see prisms all over the walls of my upstairs living room.
By: suzicate on February 28, 2012
at 8:17 am