Another Spring

 

the son of the Silent Queen lay beneath the verdant skirt of a ragged Yellowwood sapling and drank in the cool shadows. something stirred beneath his shoulder and he shifted his weight to his right to enable the creature to find its freedom. a shongololo. crimson with black stripes and a hundred busy legs. he watched as the little creature hurried slowly past his recumbent face passing in and out of blurriness as it went. memories of the tumtum tree came and went and he clenched his eyes to quell the heat wave of panic that threatened to deplete him. he opened his eyes and focused on the knobthorn that grew a few metres away. Basil. he managed a smile and thought for the umteenth time what a strange name for a mighty tree. Basil the Knobthorn grew strong and true out of the side of his fallen parent. His knobs looked like black knuckles each barbed with two or three tinier thorns. he was shy and shared only the barest of whispers with the valley breeze, but not shy enough that he would let you feel his thorns if you leant up against him. with the ebbing of the panic attack, he sat up and began to mumble a prayer of thanks.

...and I opened my eyes and lifted my head off the headrest. The radio played some forgotten song (Brenda Lee's coming on strong). I pulled the keys from the ignition trying to block out any negativity. Mom's in hospital with ruptured ulcers. They operate at 10. We'll hear the results later today. trust. spring is renewal.

"Trust in Jesus - My great Deliverer - My strong Defender
The Son of God
I trust in Jesus - Blessed Redeemer - My Lord forever
The Holy One, the Holy One"

(lyrics from Third Day's "Trust in Jesus" and pics from the bottom of the garden)