I see your face
Shining bravely
And so I stop
To get acquainted.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
Delicate flower
Standing there
Surrounded
By the tended growth.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
A splash of cheer;
Yellows and blues,
White and purple,
Lilac too.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
I laugh; I chuckle.
I smile with joy
As I make my pass
Around their home.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
What weeds are these?
Unwanted ones?
Not at all… but rather,
Unnoticed treasures,
Loyal companions,
Fullness of life!
The Still Small Voice 
[…] and see my neighbor smile as I do so. That is what inspired the poem I wrote a few years ago, “Just a Weed”, and also led to the naming of this […]
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SUPER!! Las Hiervas tambien son de Dios .
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Lovely, Lovely Poem!!! You are very talented at poetry. I love “Oh Dance” as well. Can’t wait to read more. “Just A Weed” made the designer come out in me and I wanted to see it as a picture hanging on the wall….just beautiful.
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So glad you enjoyed it! I will post “Oh Dance” sometime. (Hey, let’s talk about designing some illustrations. That would be great!!)
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Beautiful! And you know what they say…”A weed is just an ill-placed flower.” Loved this! God bless 🙂
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