After the brush clearing, weeds remain. They may lie down, they may be flattened, they may be diminished. They may be hurting.
But one day, in the natural cycle of life that cannot be denied, weeds will spring up again, stronger than they have ever been and they will spread.
Nothing can truly cut down hope. Nothing can destroy the pull of life and love. Nothing can break us.
After endings, there come beginnings, time and time again, like the earth orbiting the sun; life and nature cannot stop. The force is too great.
Maybe the life left in the weeds that were cut down will gum up the works of the machine and make it jam and stall. Maybe the machine will not work as smoothly as it prefers. Maybe weeds will win.
Weeds will be free. Weeds will go to heaven, but not machines. They will rust.
Weeds are hope. Weeds keep their promise. Weed live.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!
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