The thorn laden vine sends runners,
Never changes in character,
Sprouting the same useless mass of
Thorny growth, a mess to remove
From an otherwise, well kept garden.
Useless, fuel for the fire, incapable
Of alteration, coming up again and again,
A crass weed among the desired,
Stately and admired, the beautiful.
What if we are all like this in the end?
A thorny weed in the Garden
Of Eden; certainly one can
Concede, at its root, at it’s weedy
Root, is Christ, the Creator of all things.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Are you blaming Christ for the fact that the garden is now completely overrun by thorny weeds, Gary?
I enjoyed this having ignored any metaphorical sense.
More like a realization, Dog - and a relief - the devout life for the married vocation is strewn with obstacles and litter. So much so I wondered one morning if I was just like that thorny weed that keeps trying to make its roots on my side of the fence - the other side being a green belt of sorts, along an old abandoned rail road line - full of poison ivy - the city promises to renovate it but it has yet to make good on that promise. The peace lies in the omnipotence and omnipresence of God. Even those creatures we deem worse than others such as black widow spiders and thorny weeds have a purpose in his almighty plan. So it is with me even if my character is nothing but a thorny weed with everything else just a façade.
I'm the rose between two thorn bushes. Or am I the thorn bush between two roses?
Though they have thorns too!
It could mean an individual rose and thorn, not bushes.
I'm becoming a confused laddie here. lol.
You are definitely the rose, Orchidee. I am touched by your faithful delivery of comments even when I am unable to get back with you for months on end. Thank you my friend for your support!
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