“Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin.” – Mt 6:28
i work and i spin
i spend countless moments
crafting words into something
not half as beautiful
as the wild flowers
growing in a patch of light
between the shade of the trees
reaching for the light
always reaching for the light
putting all their energy
into this moment
after the bountiful rain
before the coming heat
and the killing drought
or the severing blade
of the common lawn mower
in this moment
they are all that they can be
what’s stopping me?
Longing For Water 