I don’t know when you
began to believe such awful things about yourself.
What seeds were planted
that germinated such crippling weeds to strangle the fair crop that is the real
you?
Did malicious tongues
bury into your warm soil?
Eating up the
nourishment that is your birthright.
Or did careless
passersby chuck their useless debris into your field to make their own mucky
paddock look fair?
I do not know, I am too
far away from you to discern the truth.
These days noxious fumes
from polluters seep unbidden between the carefully planted fruiting
trees.
Smothering the wondrous
alchemy of life that takes old rancid gasps and pure sunlight to make sweet
oxygen filled breaths.
When hope drains away,
life’s load becomes unbearable.
We cannot allow the
water of life to be channelled out of our reach.
Our very being depends
on its cleansing purity.
Be sure of this, you are
better and worth more than you can possibly imagine!
Just the thought of you
brings a spring to my step and a deep well of contentment to my heart.
In these days of
infestations, storms, floods and droughts you remind me of a hyacinth sprung up
beside a heavenly stream.
Growing in the orchard
of true knowledge and refreshed by vitalising breezes.
May you be
kept eternally verdant, fresh and flourishing from the outpouring of
clouds from above.
Know your worth, attain
your capacity.
I am ever grateful for
your unique flowering head that ever chooses to follow the light.
