Thoughts on an Amaryllis

Dry, peeling globe, whiskered,

spidery tendrils bottomside.

Topside, a thumbnail pokes

through, plays at growing green,

threatening strong stalks up, up, up.

Blooms are said to hide within–

secrets in scarlet, crimson, peach

pearly white, the palest pink–

a plantiferous palette of possibilities.


But I do not see their beauty now

Cannot feel any joy at what is there

unseen. I’m feeling bulb-like these

days, layers of daily, dull, drudge,

mild despair covering a floral wonder.

I lack zip or zeal, mindlessly take in water,

Open myself to the curtained daily light,

Turn when needed. Always turning.

Always needed.

Feeling not feeling, but going by faith

that the Spirit, latent though He seems,

is there. Waiting, powerful,

pushing in, out, up, present always.

Life will surprise, appear like a

bloom high above the quiet soil

and whisper beauty and coming

change with quiet assurance.

So I wait and turn, keep on drinking.

Turn towards the light.

c. Jody Lee Collins, 2015

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6 thoughts on “Thoughts on an Amaryllis

  1. I love amaryllis! And you have beautifully captured with words the wonder of their growth and unfolding. Even better still is you personal, poignant analogy. I pray that one moment SOON you are going to turn and see evidence of God's glory as you never have before!

  2. it blesses me so to know my words have touched you. I planted a new amaryllis bulb for this season and want to use it to remind me God's spirit is moving, His power and presence are here, even when I can't see them or feel them….

  3. ” going by faith that the Spirit,latent though He seems,is there.”these words describe much of the last several years for me. He is bringing the life, but it has felt like a long time.These words have touched me too, Jody.

  4. These words touched me deeply. Thank you. Carol Wilson

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