Friday, April 4, 2008

Strawberry

Tear out the creeping weeds
Tear them out deep down
Where the roots gather and tangle together
To bind themselves to the heart
The core of the world

Rip them up, but gently, gently
Do not kill the strawberries
Do not pull only what you see
Uncover first, uncover the
Naked white vessels
Unravel them
And throw them on the fire

You'll need tools with teeth
You'll sweat and maybe bleed
From swellings on your palms
Your knees will grow old and ache
Sacrifices made for strawberries
Even the pretty little flower weeds
Must come out

Don't you want
To drip the sweet pink juice over ice cream
More and more
Let it collect in the bottom of the bowl
And drink it?
In front of a bonfire?

6 comments:

Beth said...

Wow, that's really interesting...!

Unknown said...

i like it!
did you write it?

Anonymous said...

That's awesome.. I have the same question as Sam?

Leta said...

Yeah, a long time ago...after weeding Mrs. Donnelly's strawberries. I like to think that the result of sanctification will be something as delicious as strawberries in ice cream. :)

Beth said...

The phrase 'naked white vessels' is slightly disturbing. I like that - because sin is disturbing - and sanctification is messy, hard work.

Anonymous said...

My favorite part is the last line: In front of a bonfire?

And I also like the "even the pretty little flower weeds must come out."

Leta, that is some very good writing!