New Life

Irises - Vincent van Gogh

Standing tall

pure and white

it gazed on

the purple shades

bowing, bending, breathing

around it

in iris extravaganza.


Come to me

it seemed to call,

while the wild wind

blew the green leaves of life

back and forth.


The rusty earth

lay at its feet

in muddy mystery

allowing seeds to grow

and blossom beyond the buds.


Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies,

it remains just a grain of wheat;

but if it dies, it produces much fruit.*


I died during Winter’s long sojourn,

and am born now

into Spring’s fresh future


Visio Divina (‘Holy or Divine Looking’) on Vincent Van Gogh’s painting Irises.

 *John’s Gospel 12:24


Viola Athaide is a student in the Windows of Theology program at Regis College, Toronto. She currently teaches Scripture at her local parish church.

No Comments

Post A Comment

Subscribe to igNation

Subscribe to receive our latest articles delivered right to your inbox!