Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sunday Poem

You can fertilise me, Life,
With obstacles and unpleasantries.
The excrement
I once protested
I now reclaim as a
Cultivator of beauty, lushness,
Turning this mud puddle into
A spa treatment to
Revel in the magic of
Dust, water, air.
With every holy breath
I choose to transcend,
Celebrate grace,
With musty earth
Between my toes.


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