Life Rises up Continually

To meet the showers
Of grace and sunlight
Filtering from on high.

Though ground beneath
Heedless wheels,
Paved over,
Forgotten, aborted,
Or sprayed with Weed-B-Gone,

Yet still it springs up
Continually,
Joyful,
To meet the sky,
Incongruous and indomitable
As a frail pink petunia
Squeezing out of the
Blacktopped parking lot.

Betsy McKenzie
June 26, 2007