I’m not certain this is what the earthweal prompt was all about, but it’s where it led me. So thanks, Brendan and sorry if it misses the mark.
The painting is by Odilon Redon.
The ways of the world
Simple is the way of the world,
the way of its greening, the way of its loss,
but we lose our way in meanders
of our own making.
Simple are loves and tendings,
the bursting of buds and feathers fledging,
the sky higher than the softest cloud,
higher than the great hawks soaring.
Simple is the letting go,
the grief that spills in torrents,
for grief like happiness is a simple affair,
both spring from the same source,
the heart that aches, swells and breaks,
is given and taken and given again.
The flower unfurls endlessly in glory,
day breaks and stars wheel.
Simple is the heart
full of both grief and happiness
that accepts without understanding
the why or the how,
whole is the life unbounded,
that lets the tides turn, sand through fingers slip,
with face turned to the sun,
hands held out to catch falling stars.