What The Plants Say
Tree, give up your secret. How can you be so satisfied? Why
don’t you need to change location, look for a better job, find
prettier scenery, or even want to get away from people?
Grass, you don’t care where you turn up. You appear running
wild in the oat field, out of a crack in a city street. You are
the first word in the vocabulary of the earth. How is it that you
are able to grow so near the lake without falling in? How can
you be so alert for the early frost, bend in the slightest breeze,
and yet be so hard to break that you are still there, quiet, green,
among the ruins of others?
Weed, it is you with your bad reputation that I love the most.
Teach me not to care what anyone has to say about me. Help me
to be in the world for no purpose at all except for the joy of
sunlight and rain. Keep me close to the edge where every wild
~ Tom Hennen, from Darkness Sticks to Everything
Someone else had much the same to say on the subject! Luke 12:27. Thanks for this, I love it!
Luke 12:27 is poetry too.
Agreed. And an excellent reason to stop ‘wanting’ and being discontented with what is basically an extremely fortunate life!
Very true my friend.