Thoughts for myself…

October 21, 2013

Oh how I wish I

Could pull the tender

Young blooms of

Bitterness from my

Soul as easily as

The ones that

Sprout anew

From the prickly bush

Outside my windows

Soft and pliable

In one’s hand

They easily leave

Their home

Never to become

Stiff and unwelcoming

To outsiders

Yet protective of its own

Right down to the

Brown dead leaves

That cling

Stabbing even in their death

May God reach out and pluck them as He is the true Master Gardener.
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