Sunday, June 10, 2012

Poetry Sunday ~ The Weed the Seed

The Weed the Seed

The swift wind blows the summer seeds
Some will say they are but weeds
But I see beauty in every hour,
bursting color in each new flower.

All the little remnants float
to shield the green in a coat.
Yellow here, orange over there;
they come to life with little care.

The wildflower is in its own mind
a thoughtful gem for you to find.
It plants itself with little toil,
a shortened life because you foil.

You bite the dandelions beauty
as if God gave you this earthly duty!
The reason they keep coming back
to haunt the lawn with truth you lack!

See the yellow, the blazing gold
embrace the beauty that will unfold
Allow the drizzle of God to rain
upon your lawn in a blooming chain.

1 Cor. 15: 38 But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased him, and to every seed his own body.

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