Tomorrow’s Garden
Do not deadhead evil flowers
nor pinch their potent buds
for wrong is ne’er so strong they say
as when new growth is stressed.
’Courage in stead the neigh’bring good
with rich enfertiled soil,
with careful pruning gently wise,
with joyful, saturate tears.
Though we do not own these beds,
choose well that which ye tend.
About Greg Wright
I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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