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Weeds.
Not one without.
No place vacant.
What is a weed anyway?
Only an unwanted life.
Pulled, poisoned, tossed, burned, and buried.

A Rose...

            Unwanted...

                           Now a weed.

Snip the blossom
Cut it!  Slash it!
Bury the colors of heaven!
Try as one might to destroy its purpose…
Its beauty…

Exposed, abandoned thorns
Love and continue the fight
No matter what.
They know of nothing else
They bleed out from the heart and
Sustain and endure the wounds of battle,
Steadfast and sure they remain.
Putting their hope and trust
In the Mystery of Light.

Thorns…

           Broken chalice…

                                  Weeds…
Full of eternal purpose,
Loved all the more,
BECAUSE they are despised and rejected.

Tapestry never complete,
Without the weeds,
Which cover canvas's background and
Allows His brilliant beauty to splendidly radiate.
Infinitely more than ALL the roses combined,
Divine weeds extol the majesty of the Lamb.
Sacrifice given bears the crimson flow with joy.

Weeds...Unwanted?

In the Invisible...
Where Love abides,
NOTHING is unwanted.
Where Love is...
                      Where Love will always be...
                                                              Where Love loves...

As we flow and dance and move
Within vibrato’s rhythm,
Between the notes and
Breath of Shepherd's serenade,
Healing from fountain‘s water,
Transforms life's stains into white robes.

Reaching into our depths
One blink of His gaze
Chases away drooling demons
Who want nothing less than
Total annihilation of souls.

One breath of His whisper
Completely heals
Giving the soothing salve
Of silent meditation and worship.

Weeds...
          Just Being...
                          Swaying in the breeze...

Are His breath!

Are His gaze!

Are His purpose!