“Consider the lilies, how they grow . . .” Luke 12:27.
They
don’t need
to
find themselves.
They
just are.
They
receive sun.
They
receive rain.
They
grow.
And
when the smiling sun
turns,
split-scorching what’s tender, what’s new,
and
the thunderous dark and cursed rain
somehow
gives blessing,
I
will remember them and bend
and
grow,
too.
© 2017 Jennifer Wagner
Beautifully written, warm and delightful to read.
ReplyDeleteWell composed lesson. Thank you.
ReplyDelete"Split-scorching what's tender"; oh my.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful piece - with an entrancing cadence and lovely message, to boot.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ❤️
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful complement to that verse, I really like it
ReplyDeleteThe poem offers very good advice--and realization--in a way that is so simple and descriptive--it really works terrifically well. Hard to just be with what is! Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteI forget how gorgeous your work is sometimes and then I visit and am struck all over again--thank you--this one is a gift I think--
ReplyDeleteI love this - gentle and wise.
ReplyDeletebeautiful
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