WEEDS

Lord, the wren is building
a nest in the birdhouse.
We meant to clean the house
before she came back.
Too late now.
The birdbath needs to be straightened.
A bumblebee checks on the iris.
Weeds continue, Lord.
Like our lives,
there are still things to work on.
I need to get on my knees
and pull up the weeds
that threaten the flowers.
Give me strength, Lord.  Amen.

Matthew 13:30
“’Let both of them grow together until the harvest; and at the harvest time I will tell the reapers, Collect the weeds first and bind them into bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barns.’”

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