Wheat among my weeds
The ants I wish to banish from my houseare such encouragement of industry,teamwork and perseverance.Even as I mitigate, I bless.The knee that wakens me in painis sore because it’s healing.Hobbling, I praise the miracle.Sometimes the trucks that run the rumble stripon the Interstate play a note right in tunewith our wind chimes. I sing along.Purple vetch grows in the ditch-sides,the lot corners, the weed patches.I take a mouthful of the little purple blossomswith humble thanksgiving.Look for it.Grace is a small masterpiece of artin a really big frame. __________________Steve…
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