Pruning

Behold the dead branches shooting out from me!

You need not look hard. They are easy to see!

Gone is my strength. Weak is my power.

Weak are my branches as they struggle to flower.

How might I ask Thee to remove this eyesore,

To be rid of its harming influence forevermore?

For my strength will return, my power increase,

My branches will bloom with empowering peace.

Commentary:

Trying out a more simple little poem that came to mind after I came in from pruning the roses this morning. I was reflecting on the matters of life and how often we get bogged down by mistakes and struggles, and thought of how similar it was with pruning that when we have those things that weigh us down "pruned" off of us as we live, we're given more strength and a chance to renew and regenerate ourselves afterwards. This does carry a hint of religious tone in it as the plant is appealing to a higher person or figure who has the power to remove those branches, because sometimes it requires outside help to overcome something.

Peace Rose.