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A Weed's Bloom
On the broken hard pavement of the beaten down street;
Life is hard, peace is non existent, love is without meaning.
Left without hope, seeing dreams evaporate into the air;
Cold eyes staring back after years of this life's abuse.
I walk on a humid afternoon along this street, my heart heavy;
Pulled down along with the souls of the others who walk this way.
My head is down, my countenance is dark, my hope is adrift;
Lonely souls walking, bumping into others on this crowded sidewalk.
A large man, like a bull in a china shop, moves through the crowd;
Nobody really notices, as the faceless masses continue to shuffle.
I stop along a wall, screaming inside my soul, I look to the heavens;
A tear forms in my eye, asking God for some sign of humanity.
The stark nakedness of the cement jungle mocks my existence;
Hopelessness is walking towards me down this crowded street.
Standing still, looking out across the sidewalk into the faces of others;
Seeking a glimmer of love, praying for this hard shell to crack open.
My eyes look down to the sidewalk, frozen in this moment in time;
I see a weed growing in a crack, a small tender stem of green.
Opening up to the sun above is a delicate little lavender flower;
Easily unnoticed, so understated, so gentle, so out of place.
My heart absorbs this sight, as a positive energy courses from it;
My focus becomes transfixed on this little weed, my heart blossoms.
My heart is filled with hope, love surges up from the river of soul within;
As God has touched my life with beauty as I see a weed's bloom.
23Jul09
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