Wild-verse

When many longings

Root, rage and wrap your mind

In a mesh of strangling embracement,

Like the tentacles of an astrocytoma 

Angry, red and ugly;

When in silence beneath all of that

A single pure thought glows

Clinging precariously

Delicate and fragile,

Like a tendril, singular,

Lambent, green and beautiful

Lighting a display

Of life against death;

When indeed life throbs over death

And it holds fast and strong

Burning and cauterizing

Every metastases away

Then life begins and hope,

And hope never disappoints

For a longing fulfilled

Is sweet to the soul;

A tree of life.

 

 Luke 8:14; Rom 5:5; Prov 13:19; Prov 13:12

 

Astrocytoma: A brain cancer that is star shaped and roots itself deep making surgical removal difficult

Metastases: When a cancer becomes virulent and starts multiplying everywhere across the body.

This wild-verse is an exercise in harsh contrasts -- Red vs green, ugly vs beautiful, strangling vs clinging, rage vs silence etc. I begin with longings (plural) and end with longing (singular). I start with roots but end with a tree.