Grief Poem - Weeds

A gentle nudge sent “us” outside; we saw a bunch of weeds.

But there within, not quite hidden, someone had sowed some seeds.

Two clusters of pretty flowers had not been smothered out.

Tall purple ones, a pretty sight, they had survived the drought.

Amid the weeds, the flowers bobbed so gently in the breeze.

But like our grief, walled in with shade, like darkness of the trees.

But Lord, we know we’re not alone, though that is now we feel,

Anxiety makes our hearts “black” — the “sunshine” it did steal.

The forest gloom felt like our grief, then Sun shone on flowers

Cut through the trees, chased black away, and brighten the colors.

The healing, Lord, is gratitude, like “light” on forest floor.

Your light helps ease our broken heart; Your love for us is sure.

Life does have storms, we’ll “weather” them; we don’t face them alone.

Along the way You’ll comfort us, though we may gripe and groan.

Thank You, oh Lord, for quiet place with Your strength-giving love.

You’re our refuge (1) — You’re ever near, like sunshine from above.

There’re always weeds, no matter what, but we will cling to You.

You give insight, You walk with us, each day with You is new.

Jun-19 – © Prairies Winds

(1) Deuteronomy 33:27 — “The eternal God is your refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms.”