Even Among Weeds and Thorns
When the garden is filled with weeds
Yet one stubborn flower
Finds the strength to grow,
Am I to frown
Because it is the only one?
Is it not a very welcomed blessing?
Surely its beauty
Nourishes my hungry soul
Giving me the strength
To tackle the overgrowth
Of opposition
Not unlike the single
Blooming rose
Basking in the midst
Of thorns;
Hope
Of a coming new season!
By Martha L Shaw ©1-30-2013