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