Both (a poem)



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I am both 
the sunflower 
and the seed;
both turning 
toward the light 
and digging
down, deep 
into darkness. 
There is not 
one without 
the other.


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  1. Lisa notes...July 28, 2014 at 7:30 AM

    A beautiful poem, Kelly. Sometimes we think we have to be either/or. But we can be both/and.

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    1. kchripczukJuly 28, 2014 at 10:36 AM

      Thanks, Lisa. I find God quite often in the both.

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  2. Joe PoteJuly 28, 2014 at 8:43 AM

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem, Kelly!

    It reminds me of something I was thinking just last night, after a fun day with children and grandchildren, when I got home to enjoy sitting in the quiet dark of the porch, listening to the night sounds all around...realizing anew that as much as I enjoy the company of those I love I also enjoy the peaceful quiet of solitude.

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    1. kchripczukJuly 28, 2014 at 10:37 AM

      You're welcome, Joe. Thanks for stopping by. Yes, that's it, exactly, not one or the other, but both in their own due time.

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    2. carol longenecker hiestandJuly 28, 2014 at 12:44 PM

      i think the older i get, the more and more I appreciate the silence after the lovely chaos that comes with an active family. really relate to this.

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  3. carol longenecker hiestandJuly 28, 2014 at 12:46 PM

    we have 5-6 sunflowers reaching up almost to the roof of our garage...love the symbolism here in this poem. I can easily "see it." I have been here before on your blog, and making sure i am subscribed. recently discovered Chronicles of Grace and that is where i found my way back here again.

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    1. kchripczukJuly 28, 2014 at 5:11 PM

      I wish we'd planted sunflowers this year - we finally have the space, but I didn't think of it. Thanks so much for stopping by and joining in.

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  4. PamelaJuly 28, 2014 at 3:24 PM

    Spending time digging deep yields the biggest, brightest blooms. I love this beautiful writing and thought. ~Pamela

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    1. kchripczukJuly 28, 2014 at 5:11 PM

      So true, Pamela. Thanks so much for stopping by.

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