Prettiest Friend by Jason Mraz (Animated, w/ lyrics)

New Beginnings, Part II

God is the author
the creator
of 2nd, 3rd, 4th...
chances and
new beginnings

Easter reminds me
of the butterfly
bursting
from her cocoon
transformed
for a seemingly new purpose
but knowing
it was her purpose
all along

Love never dies

No one can take
our hearts or steal
Love away

Our Love
comes from Him

We tap into Love
soak Love in
radiate Love out
freely
willingly
wholely
and sacrificially
give Love away
knowing
there will always be
enough

I am transformed
and still transforming
forever and ever
loving deeply
completely
sacrificially

Knowing
there will always be
enough

~Judy Lynn Young
Easter, April 24, 2011

A thought to share

From "Certain Girls" by Jennifer Weiner.

" Do we reschedule?" she was asking. I'd stood in the kitchen door, holding my breath. I knew what the rabbi would tell her, which was that of Jewish tradition, you don't cancel a simcha because of a tragedy. Not a wedding, not a bris or baby naming, not s bar or bat mitzvah. You don't cancel, because in the midst of life we are in death, and we find joy in the middle of sorrow.

Chosen Loss

Every time.
Every single time.


When I miss him?


I remember
he chose 
not to stay.


And something in me
hurts
a little differently
then if I had lost
him to death.


I am glad
he is
alive and well
but the sadness
would be sweeter
had he stayed.


Broken relationship,
although loss,
feels almost,
almost like I
don't deserve
...the grief.


The very real
grief.


All because
he chose it.

Spring

Time to plant
pink, purple, white
flowers 
adding
more
life color.

How I live
today,
affects my future
choices.

And thus,
the way I lived
in the past
is affecting
my current choices.

I want
to be mindful
of how I show up
for life,
each
and every moment,
of each
and every day.

I matter.

What I do
with my time
here on this earth
at this moment
on this day
matters
to tomorrows
if even in a little
itty-bitty way.

Lily

Friday's untimely Lily picking

appeared to create

untimely death.

A bud purposed

for glorious flower

torn at the stem

and carried away

from her natural home.

Lily's life
stopped short
shut down
left in the dark
atop the cluttered desk
of a cluttered life
for far too long.

Monday's sunrise
and sad discovery
of such careless
flower tending
caused me to carry Lily
lovingly home,
cut her stem,
and sink
her deep in water,

nutrition for Lily's soul.

Death seemed eminent

dry and brittle

did her bud appear.

But, Friday came

one week later.

Lily's nature unearthed.

Bud stretched towards

light and sun

achingly

arching

towards life

and purpose.

Half awake

yet still

reaching

towards life

and purpose.

Lily's life and purpose.

~Judy Morrill Young 4/2/11

Namaste