An Attempt at Ekphrasis

Ekphrasis.

img_2971Definition:
Ekphrasis or ecphrasis, from the Greek for the description of a work of art produced as a rhetorical exercise, often used in the adjectival form ekphrastic, is a graphic, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined.

The following is an attempt at a work of ‘ekphrasis’, inspired by a challenge given by a health site.
Pure, white petals
sit softly atop a limb,
reminding me not only of a new season
quickly approaching,
but new life given to me.
The importance
and pureness
of grace.

Grace so amazing.
Grace so undeserved.
Grace that keeps me
longing,
hoping,
focusing
on ‘home’.

Pure,
white petals
that remind me
of a Joni Earekson Tada song
from several years ago.

Injured while diving
one warm summer day
with friends.
She dove down into the lake near her home,
she never walked again
when she came up
out of the water.

After years of rehabilitation,
she has spent the rest of her days
encouraging others
with
and
without disabilities.

Here is her song
called, Joni’s Waltz, (song #7, 22:02 on YouTube)
written by Nancy Honeycomb:

Though I spend my mortal lifetime in this chair,

I refuse to waste it living in despair.
And though others may receive
Gifts of healing, I believe
That He has given me a gift beyond compare….
For heaven is nearer to me,
And at times it is all I can see.
Sweet music I hear
Coming down to my ear;
And I know that it’s playing for me.

For I am Christ the Savior’s own bride,
And redeemed I shall stand by His side.
He will say, “Shall we dance?”
And our endless romance
Will be worth all the tears I have cried.

 

Pure, white petals

a symbol of innocence regained,

life made new.

Another Day on the Journey with Parkinson’s

another day
another handful of pills
another day masked with pain

shaking
tripping over my own two feet
choking on nothing
being told to speak up
being told to ‘Smile!’
wanting to scream,
“I am yelling! I am smiling!”
but they think I can do better
they think I am not trying hard enough
they’re wrong

I am
doing my best

trying so hard to maintain
to hang in there
but some days
are so
hard

the shadows of despair
cling to my heels
darkness clamors for my joy
and seeks to destroy
my happiness
it beckons me to come
to give up
to give in
to the pain
that wreaks havoc within soul

oh soul,
disheartened heart,
despairing spirit

I will
rest in His arms
and wait patiently for Him
that I might
boast in Him
boast of His goodness
His faithfulness

the afflicted will hear
the afflicted will be delivered from
all
their fears

happy is the one
who makes You
their refuge

Some Days

Some days are okay
some days are not

Some days

I just get so tired
of this little monster
following me around
telling me I’m a burden
telling me I’m losing it
telling me I’m not going to get any better

Telling me
shouting to me
that some days
are not okay
that those some days
will someday
come to an end

And I know that
and tears
begin to fall

But some days
are okay

I tell myself
I’m not a burden
that some day
it will end
but not today

Today I will live
to the fullest I can
today I will listen
to the Voice
that beckons me
to not be afraid of this valley
and it’s casting shadows
and to trust
in the One who holds me –
the One who silences
this little monster
and tells me
that some day
it will be over
and that is the day
I will be home