Window Box

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It is a frightening world

Is it not?

More uncertain today than yesterday

And yet I open my door

To see a world seemingly unchanged

Birds flying

Trees climbing

The sun blinding

Brilliant, life giving

It will continue with me or without

I have a suspicion

That I am the Brussel Sprout in my window box

Temporary, seasonal

Susceptible to greedy weeds,

Gnawing bugs,

merciless drought ,

and powdery mildew

In need of love, attention, and care

Morning watering's and sunny days

May make me grow

But to flourish I need the garden

For this window box was not meant to always hold me

I was made to bask in the Light of The Son

Yet this is all I know

A little about the poem

The beginning days of the Covid 19 epidemic were terrifying. A sense of weighty dread hung all around. One afternoon I sat alone in the park. I observed the world around me. I was reminded that my frail humanity was indeed, okay. I found comfort in knowing that epidemics, plagues, wars, and the like had been going on since the beginning of time. I prayed and was remined that I needed God’s presence more than I needed to know the next update on the News. It seemed clear that the care of my body and soul needed to continue on even though it felt like the world had stopped. And so, I basked in the Sun that day and I basked in the Love of God.