My little brother just came in from playing ....
dirty and roughed up
like every little boy should be after an hour outside.
He walked up to me with both of his hands tight behind his back,
"Pick a hand...." I pointed to both.
He got a huge grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with the unveiling of his secret and pulled his hands out from their hiding place....
to present me with three perfectly beautiful single-stemmed brown weeds.
Captivated.
A dozen red roses could not have done to me what theses three little hand-picked weeds did.
That's the offbeat wonder of love.
dirty and roughed up
like every little boy should be after an hour outside.
He walked up to me with both of his hands tight behind his back,
"Pick a hand...." I pointed to both.
He got a huge grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with the unveiling of his secret and pulled his hands out from their hiding place....
to present me with three perfectly beautiful single-stemmed brown weeds.
Captivated.
A dozen red roses could not have done to me what theses three little hand-picked weeds did.
That's the offbeat wonder of love.
Beautiful. My teacher Thich Nhat Hanh teaches us that garbage is just as beautiful as roses because without garbage we couldn't have roses. :)
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of weeds, I use to give my mom dandelions and she would lovingly put them in little glasses of water. She is such a wonderful person. :)
James, Thanks for wandering in...it's a whole different perspective to see the less-than beautiful as worthy as the rose, isn't it. All is a miracle...
ReplyDeleteLittle boys can be so loving ... lovely post. :o)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much! The childlike quality of love is a gift I treasure being given. My brothers are PRECIOUS!
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