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?
Friday, April 4, 2008
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6 comments:
Wow, that's really interesting...!
i like it!
did you write it?
That's awesome.. I have the same question as Sam?
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. :)
The phrase 'naked white vessels' is slightly disturbing. I like that - because sin is disturbing - and sanctification is messy, hard work.
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!
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