Life is like a potting bench
Potential for growth is here
But how and why and where and when
Is not completely clear
The jumble of pots and tools
The smell of earth and green
A promise of things to come
Growing, but yet unseen
Roots to keep it grounded
Stems reaching for the sun
Leaves to shade a precious bud
Until its birth is done
It all starts at the crooked bench
Splintered and weather worn
A seed pushed into rich black soil
Life…waiting to be born!
by Maron Craig Bielovitz
5/5/2010
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Bonnie Said:
on May 5, 2010 at 10:47 am
Beautiful….. you always did have a way with words! =)
Maron Said:
on May 5, 2010 at 12:28 pm
aw…shucks! You wouldn’t be predjudiced, would you?
Debby Singleton Said:
on May 5, 2010 at 2:46 pm
Excellent! Love it!
Maron Said:
on May 5, 2010 at 3:13 pm
Thank you Ms. Deb! How’s the weather in Philly? Sunny and breezy here today…yay!
pamq Said:
on May 5, 2010 at 7:25 pm
Hi Maron!
I’m still at my Mom’s—will be here for a couple weeks yet.
This computer can’t seem to pull up your entire blog—I just get little bits and pieces…..
So I’m not being rude—I just can’t see everything! But I’ll keep trying……..
Just wanted to say hi!
Maron Said:
on May 5, 2010 at 8:50 pm
Hey Pam, Been thinking about you there working so hard. Hope all is going well. Talk when You get back! =)