Yesterday, I saw
A red toaster
Flying
Down the road
Weaving
In and out
Of traffic
Passing by
All the other
Traveling
Appliances
On their way to
Who knows where…
Perhaps there was
A toast emergency
A loaf of sourdough
In need of
A red toaster
To ensure proper
Toasting
A golden brown
Layer of Goodness
Evenly covering
Each slice-
I can’t think of
Any other reason
A red toaster
Would be flying
Down the road, can you?
Tag: impatience
Pulling Weeds
Some are deceiving
Masquerading
As another one
Of the flowers
Hiding their roots
Amongst the foliage
Of otherwise
Healthy plants
And once unable
To contain
Their original intent
Begin showing
Tiny glimpses
Of green
Peeking through
In an attempt
To steal sunlight
From the buds
Preparing to open
Tricky they are
These weeds
Precision is required
To squash any
Irreparable damage
They might cause
It’s hard work
Pulling them out
By their roots
But only after
The labor is done
Will the heart
Be able to heal
And love bloom
Any guesses as to what I did this morning? I have no green thumb, but I enjoy the flowers in our front flowerbed. So, this morning I decided to pull weeds and do some trimming. Whew! What a job!
It seemed like each time I pulled weeds from an area, more would appear. And certain ones, well, their roots were strong. I’m not sure I got them all. Truthfully, I know I didn’t. But it did make me think about my heart.
It is easy to allow weeds to get in, tying me in knots. Wrapping around the good, trying to stifle it with confusion, anger, or impatience. A simple reminder to keep doing the hard work. And then stand back and enjoy the flowers. 🌸
Piano Girl 