The Little White -flowered Shrub
There was a marshy swamp Mildewed and damp With flies buzzing around Nothing grew out of that slushy ground With a terrible stench Like a rotten trench…
Then one fine day A seed fell down It started to grow Into a little plant Looking always upwards The plant soon had White flowers that glowed
A beautiful shrub With an aroma sweet It drew from the marsh, the swamp Minerals and water But kept its face fixed to the heavens
In the very end The sweetness of the shrub Transformed the swamp More shrubs grew in the dump All because of the white-flowered shrub Who kept its face fixed to the heavens It never looked at the swamp Never got affected by the dump Looking beyond and above with grit It changed the little world around it!
Psalm 16:8: I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
Rita F. Kurian
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