living – Page 22 – Picking Up Roots

Grass

be the blade of grass
burning in the sun,
drowning in the rain,
trodden upon,
cut down
again and again,
coming back,
still growing
constant green
through all seasons,
emulate this
to live

For You

I can't see the finish line,
but I know where
this race ends,
what lies between here and there
is mine,
I want it to be the best of me
for you,
I want to be strong, able,
capable of doing 
all you want to,
these choices I make -
what I give up now -
they are for you

Respect

what will be enough,
what prize will signify
the respect
we hunger for
to validate our lives,
do we weigh
the cost to our souls -
does it even matter

what will this respect purchase us
at the end,
when our account has run its course
there will be
no extra time,
no certain passage,
no escape from the dirt;

respected or not
we return to the Earth