Please Don'T Pick the Weeds
Pick my flowers if
you must
My peony, my daisy
But if you try to
pick my weeds
You just might make
me crazy
The peony is
beautiful
The daisy simple and
sweet
But it’s the weed
that stands strong
And at the end of
the day can take the
heat
In my yard they're
free to grow
They have a job to
do
In the garden not so
much
So I rid it of just
a few
As I pick and pull
them out
Forgiveness in a
whisper I ask
I appreciate the job
they do
But they're in the way
of the gardens task
I am in awe of how
they both grow
In tandem with earth
and sky
Helped along by the
bumbling bee
And the fluttering
butterfly
All living things
try to find their
place
Some catch our eye;
others not so much
They're in this world
by God's good grace
Sometimes you must
look closer for
heaven’s touch
Copyright © Barbara Briggs | Year Posted 2014
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