“These Weeds of Ours”

TIm Vogt is the Director of son LJ4’s Starfire Council in Cincinnati and a friend IRL as well.

It’s with his expressed gracious permission that I share with you a poem he wrote —

These Weeds of Ours

Weeds are such personal plants.
They seem like intruders,
Breaking into our beds
And stealing the sun and soil,
Strangling and starving their more noble neighbors.
So we pluck them when we can.

We weep as we watch them pile up,
A day by day decay
Of fetid filth,
Filling up the secret corners of our lives.

And yet, over years,
They start to fall apart,
Turning over gently
In the heat of our hearts.

Then, slowly,
A soft sweet loam
Forms the fertile folds
That feed the seeds
Of fruits and flowers.
These weeds of ours.

— Wanna file this under Romans 8:28?

So do I.

Gene Peterson rendered that verse like this: We can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.

Like Tim writes, “These weeds of ours” are feeding “the seeds/ of fruits and flowers” of our lives.

So what weeds are you dealing with today, that God might actually be using to deal with you?

I’d write more, but I’m gonna take a moment and go admire some weeds in my life.

See you back here tomorrow, and meanwhile, let’s be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.