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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