Re-Posting my poem which inspired the name of this website: “The Still Small Voice – for Just a Weed”. For those hearts out there who, like all of us, sometimes feel insignificant. A call for us to see the value and beauty of each life. Precious in God’s sight.
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!