A Live Forever


          She set it out when they moved in:
          a Live Forever plant,
          The hardiest of succulents ~
          it can when others can't.
           
          She put it right there by the road
          for people passing by,
          And when its pale pink blooms appeared
          it caught everyone's eye.
           
          Her husband was a truck driver
          and gone for days on end,
          Hard-working and steadfast ~ a man
          on whom you could depend.
           
          She was a grade school teacher
          and their two girls were their pride,
          Gay laughter filled the neighborhood
          with Hide 'N Seek outside.
           
          They added to their well-kept home,
          landscaping it with flowers,
          They built a fancy workshop
          where the husband spent long hours.
           
          They seemed to have a happy home,
          the kind where good friends flock,
          But busy with their separate jobs
          they scarce took time to talk.
           
          Then suddenly, or so it seemed,
          a For Sale sign appeared,
          And now the house lies empty
          and the silent yard seems weird.
           
          The scuttlebutt says they're divorced,
          their homelife on the skids,
          One dog with her, one dog with him,
          the mother has the kids.
           
          And now it seems ironic that
          "guarding" those empty rooms,
          The Live Forever plant is decked
          with bountiful pink blooms.
           
          A virtual bouquet, it is,
          welcoming all who pass,
          So many blooms it's hard to count
          this colorful pink mass!
           
          This plant is so forgiving
          and its feelings don't stay hurt,
          It only needs a bit of sun,
          a little clump of dirt.
           
          And like the Live Forever
          that keeps on while others die,
          That shouts, "I'm a survivor!"
          to the people passing by...
           
          Lord, make me like this awesome plant
          to set my face like flint,
          Determined yet to do Thy Will
          until my days are spent.
          ~~~~~~~~~
           
          She set it out when they moved in:
          a Live Forever plant,
          The hardiest of succulents ~
          it can when others can't.

~ Connie ~

"And the Lord
shall guide thee continually,
and satisfy thy soul in drought,
and make fat thy bones:
and thou shalt be
like a watered garden,
and like a spring of water,
whose waters fail not."
(Isaiah 58:11 KJV)


[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook Copyright © 2006 (cjcook@mynewroads.com) -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]

       

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