Just some thoughts in a poem format on sin and up-rooting yuck in our heart-gardens.
"Roots (and Weeds and Flowers)"
May 29, 2012
by me
Roots can be stubborn
They hold on tight and spread their tiny tentacles to soak in all the nourishment of the land
Roots of weeds
Roots of flowers
Striving to attain the same nourishment
Yet surely one must win the battle
For the two cannot flourish together
Looking at a weed
And looking at a flower
A weed can be beautiful even boasting small flowers
But what is the difference?
A flower bringing true fragrance, unselfish beauty
Simply living to make life more beauty-filled
and what a sweet fragrance?!
A weed while sometimes pretty to the eye
Choking life slowly of the pure flowers
Weeding their way in, jealous of the sunshine's nutrients
Not able to give off a sweet fragrance
Weeds do not need to be tended
They run rampant
Threatening to choke out all the flowers life and beauty
What must be done to ensure the flowers sweet fragrance stays intact?
The weeds must be taken out by the roots
Every single last one
By the roots
Sometimes they can be pulled out but stubborn roots remain
Still striving to steal the nutrients
So we must persistently work and stay on guard
For no root of a weed to take root among the precious flowers
Stealing their beauty to shine
Let the flowers roots grow deep
Let their fragrance be strong and their beauty shine;
perfectly and unaffected by any weeds
