Kneeling Among The Perhaps

 

Kneeling Among The Perhaps

 

She kneels alone in her garden as if in prayer
Carefully pulling each weed before it can thrive
Before it can multiply and hinder her berry crop

She looks up at the cloudy March sky in hope

Perhaps this month
This year
Perhaps this very day

She bows her head and notices
One of the weeds offers a flower
Shivering quickly side to side in the cold breeze
Like an offering in pink and white
Like a sign of something obscure

She kneels in her garden
And for the first time this season
She smiles

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10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ron Long
    Mar 12, 2013 @ 02:38:49

    For the hundreds of years in exile after the destruction of Jerusalem 70 A.D. to the gathering of the Jews in the new nation, they have said for those many years ” Next year in Jerusalem “. Our never ending hope for our Lord and Savior’s return is much the same. Never let us forget we are not forgotten and cultivate the garden of the lost around us. Great reminder Len of our privilege and obligation as we wait for Him in great hope and expectation. ……Ron Long

  2. Sonya
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 10:16:54

    This has a beautiful flow. A story full of hope in an uncontrollable situation, you did a great job and now I feel like getting the weeds out of my garden (but they are relentless!).

    • Gloryteller
      Mar 21, 2013 @ 11:51:08

      Thank you! That’s encouraging! (I think your duckling might be a big help 🙂 )

    • Sonya
      Mar 21, 2013 @ 12:05:23

      I really liked it, and I hardly ever like poetry.

      The duckling was a little guy my friend and I rescued outside our work, he has been sitting in the shade from the summer sun for two days straight before anyone told me he was there (I don’t park where he was hiding). I had every intention of raising him until he was big enough to be on his own, but as the day went on I realized I didn’t have the first clue what to do with him. I took him to a professional bird lady and as far as I know he is a full grown duck today. His name is Muhammad Ali as he was absolutely a fighter.

      If you should ever rescue a duckling, do not put it in a box and play the sound of chirping ducklings to sooth his weary soul, because he will move heaven and earth to get out of the box and be with his friends (a lesson I learned the hard way).

    • Gloryteller
      Mar 21, 2013 @ 15:52:58

      What a great story! Thanks for blessing us with it, and thanks for rescuing Muhammad Ali when he forgot to duck! (I couldn’t resist the pun – never could) I’m so glad he was able to grow up. What species is he? I once rescued a Wood Duck, and kept him until his broken wing mended and he could fly again. 😉

    • Sonya
      Mar 21, 2013 @ 15:58:52

      That’s awesome! I used to rescue birds when I was really little, bring them into my parents house and they always died. I couldn’t understand why, but I knew I didn’t want that to be Muhammad’s faite. (forgot to duck hehehe).

      I have absolutely no idea what species he was. When I dropped him off at the bird ladies place, she swooped him up with one hand and talked directly into his face “You have had a crazy day haven’t you? Let’s get you home.” And he responded by beeping at her, then she and the bird disappeared and I stood outside her house holding an empty box. 😦 Ok bye buddy… I really wanted her to tell me how to get a hold of her to see him all grown up, but she was not a people person and that is probably better for all the birds she saves.

    • Gloryteller
      Mar 21, 2013 @ 16:14:30

      The story just gets better. Strange how she focused on the delivery and left the deliverer in the lurch. We need some “closure”. I’ll wait somewhat patiently for “the rest of the story”. It may come soon, perhaps…..

    • Sonya
      Mar 21, 2013 @ 18:02:42

      That is all. I walked back to my car a little sad that he wasn’t a part of my life anymore and now I look for him on the canal by my work.

      Oh the bird lady did have cats, which made me a little worried but the cats could care less that they were surrounded by birds. I actually thought they were stuffed cats until one moved. She and her husband (who was even less of a people person than she), were animal people, not people people. I think they save many birds from a horrible fate.

    • Gloryteller
      Mar 22, 2013 @ 23:24:23

      That is so funny about the motionless cats. I wonder if they were kept drugged to promote peaceful coexistence. 😉

    • Sonya
      Mar 25, 2013 @ 12:48:41

      They must have, because everything I know of nature birds and cats = death to birds.

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