Basking in
Sweet surrender
Means skipping
In fields of
Clover and dandelions
Checking for weeds
Knowing those
Have a purpose too
What we detest
Is there
To teach
Our human hearts
How to love
And appreciate
What we
Can’t stand
It’s in the
Tall and unruly
Clumps of weeds
That I’m learning
To live
With what
I thought
Was long conquered
And in
The rear view mirror
The process
The progress
The setbacks
All are part
Of a plan
I’m yet not
Privy to
And maybe
That’s the mission
Trusting
Despite
Not knowing
The prognosis
This is so beautifully written. I love the way you reframe even the “weeds” as something meaningful—there’s such a quiet strength in that perspective. The reminder to trust the process, even without all the answers, really resonates.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful - and such good lessons in it!
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