Walking among flowers he found a weed.

you never what you might find if you look. :))

'What is this little stray I see,

intruding on my harmony,

so brave it is, borne by free will

upon this plot I ceaseless till.'

'But I am flower, just as bright

and gifted with an equal right,

she said, though fearful of her plight.

'God's will is pure, as so am I,

a fledgling seed flown from the sky,

and if you gift me season's chance,

for you I'll dance a maiden's dance.'

'Brave little weed, I understand,

but this is mine, this speck of land.

and with regret you're not for me

for you are plain disharmony.'

'You cannot see beyond your nose,

a weed, just like a flower grows,'

she said, though still a fear arose.

'and whilst I'm not deliberate sown, 

I have a beauty of my own;

to spurn me is a foolish thing,

denies the beauty that I bring.'

'My eyes have opened little weed,

your words have made me understand,

'tis truly God's decree that shows

it matters not how grand the rose;

that beauty cannot be defined

and love can never be confined;

thus you are safe my little stray

to grow and celebrate the day.'

'I thank you sir, and you will see

that I shall grant you harmony,'

she said; 'and what will be will be.

The same how love can open eyes,

and comes in many a different guise,

and how 'tis true and mortal sin

to scorn all that which lies within.'

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

The "little strays" and "intrusions" are not only part of life, they are the essence of life. Beauty lies not just in individual attributes, but in comparison to other things. I've long believed we hold the rose and similar flowers and living things in high regard not just because we find them beautiful (or learned to say they're beautiful from others), but because they're rare in comparison to what surrounds them. And, that's where we lose ourselves and our perspective.

Without the "weeds" the rose loses its beauty, and all nature is out of balance. We should respect and appreciate all living things, not because they're beautiful or harmonious, but because they're part of life, and therefore us. That's what I take from this poem, Beccy. I hope some of what I've written makes sense. :) This is one of my favorites.

[barleygirl]

I love how you play with personification among weeds & flowers, while making a profound point about judgement. Who the hell is in charge of declaring one set of circumstances to be the proper one, representing the all-important UNIFORMITY . . . whereas extraneous stuff is swept away as useless. Take wheat & chaff . . . much later on we find out we needed roughage for a healthy gut (I admit, I've had too much coffee this morning). I love how this seemingly innocent interplay is calling out a much bigger problem in the way we view everything! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Einstein Noodle]

well said ... natural rhyme and rhythm says i! great story telling .. deep wisdom in your theme .. well done ... gotta love the weeds of life ... maybe not the whole family tho ;))))))))))))))))))
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Beccy... there are many weeds, such as thistles that are lovely
with their purple flower... even dandelions yellow and bright cover
our lawn like little Suns that need a rest upon the green cool ground.
My favorite line is "thus you are safe my little stray". truly, Pat

[Beccy]

Thank you Pat.

'even dandelions yellow and bright cover
our lawn like little Suns that need a rest upon the green cool ground.'

Lovely words; A poem in the making.

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Beccy... little wild violets dance with skirts that twirl... our hearts are twitterpated. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the weeds probably have as much right to exist as the flowers....
they may be ugly, disturb the painting of serenity...
but need to exist...just like good needs evil and vice-versa otherwise what would they be?
everything needs its opposite.
what a brilliant allegory here, Beccy.
j.

[h d e rushin]

pretend with me Beccy that the numinous is not only divine but spiritual/ that this tale appeals to the higher emotions of our aesthetic sensibilities. Is there theory here? In a sense, perhaps but not that Gods decrees are ever theoretical. But because the morality of mankind is never arbitrary. And that sometimes it has to be wrung out, numbered and sorted thru..Your cadence is theatrical and attractive...Wonderfully written...dana