Grass

I sat at my balcony watching the rain patter down.

And amidst the thunder clouds and a slow rainbow forming, I watched a little blade of grass giggling in the patter of the rain.

All of 3 odd inches, she stood tall against an engulfing world around her.

The humble blade of grass knows only a life of trust.

With no defence against the vagaries of an unkind world,

She remains, an easy prey for the ruminating cow;

Crushed and trampled under a scurrying foot;

Scorched by the fire of the blazing sun above;

Whipped into fear by the pelting storm.

Too little to give shade to the odd traveler;

No feet to run,

No place to take refuge,

She blooms where she’s planted;

Rooted to the ground--

broken, battered, perplexed, yet holding her little head high;

Tall in the knowledge that

she is secure

in the arms of her Maker...

I sometimes think we need to uncomplicate our lives and just live a life of trust.

Sure, the storms will rage, the tempest will roar, the gale will threaten to sweep the earth away;

But it takes infinitely greater strength to hold the soul high 

And only trust.