Frances Morrisson

Reflections on Life: Poetry to Share with Whosoever Frances Morrisson

BEGINNINGSHow mystery-simpleto produce (if not to tend) a Man. ThenOne momentfor variegated dreamsto start what theybegan: That momentnot first breath or crybut touch (or lack) of love-warm visionto beginning span. THE BUTTERFLYAs you turnedFrom the place of blessingYou were as a chrysalisUnwrapped; Momentarily staticBut radiantly new: Your wings still folded, Colors yet to be revealed -PoisedTowardComing momentumBut stunned By freshness of view. I grew up in the middle of New York, NY beginning at the very end of World War II: an artificial city life sprinkled with summers elsewhere. I met Jim Morrisson (my husband of 63 years) when he was a law student and we sang in the same choir. (Back then, we loved the music but we didn't know God yet.) We venture forth every day into the hours that are given, to taste the Life all around us and see God's Fingerprints everywhere. Such is the basis of this poetry that we share here. Hope is a blessing available to all of us on this side of the sod. May some of these poems bless you too.