Curtains of wisteria
grace the path
to an upper room.
Another door another
purple flower
the Paschal passion
can’t wait.
The moment of surrendering,
blooming, birthing
and rising up is
for no one to name
no matter what robe
he wears.
It will be done.
Carol Carlisle 2012
This week’s Light words theme is…?

Wisteria—-how I love to see it draping over the lovely brown shingle homes in Berkeley in the spring.
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So do I. This is my friends craftsman styled house.
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A lot of Wisteria here in tornado alley. It is really beautiful right now. I really enjoy it.
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I don’t remember it, in OK. I do remember the trumpet vine on our front porch.
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I don’t remember a lot of it in northern Oklahoma but there seems to be a lot of it down here in the southeast part of the state.
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You’re closer to the Ozarks, maybe that’s why.
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I can’t tell you how many times today I have read this. Something in these words is stirring something in me! walk in beauty.
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Thank you for telling sharing this. I felt I this was poems challenge to the status quo
and I wondered how these words would be taken. Blessings to you, Joss.
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