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new poetry, "Rootless"
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mark phillips
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Mar 19, 2007 02:09 PST
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I want my roots to grow deep in the Lord...
"Rootless"
("He {who depends on mere humans} is like a tumbleweed on the prairie, out
of touch with the good earth. He lives rootless and aimless in a land where
nothing grows." Jeremiah 17:6 [The Message])
They ran races with the jackrabbits
across the west Texas desert, stirring the dust
and getting caught in the cattle guards and fences.
They rolled and bounced across the hot highways,
66 in the 60s with shimmering mirage puddles,
and stuck underneath the frame of Plymouth station wagons
on their way to relatives.
They go up in flames, they clutch the barbed wire,
they move only where the hot zephyrs take them,
they stay when something gets in their way,
they stay, sometimes thorny, when something gets in their way.
They lost touch with the loam which would hold them fast,
they went out on their own, scoffing at everything they passed
Until razor fences, or small children with swift feet,
detach branch from dry branch, easily snapped, cracked
and dropped onto the sand to become just more dust on
a prairie widow's window sills.
But, in March, you have to simply look out the window,
and the Texas desert blooms with bluebonnets, happily planted
and inviting others to their carpet as the soft wind
caresses them like ocean waves.
Hoping for bluebonnets,
mark p.
lamp-@gondtc.com
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