You do not have to strive to be perfect
A poem for Saturday
You do not have to strive to be perfect. The sun is the sun is the sun. The seed is exactly where it needs to be Tiny, a miniscule shell White with black markings So modest, so unassuming. I gently place it in the rich dark soil The earthy smell filling my senses. I cover it With reverence. Someday it might become a sunflower, But today it is perfect. The tender sprout Is emerging. Spreading its stem, stretching and reaching Toward the sky. Finding its way. So fragile, so delicate, so unwavering. I feel a holiness in its determination. Someday it might become a sunflower But today it is perfect. The sunflower makes her appearance, Proudly, gloriously. Head held high. Spreading her petals, golden light reflecting Her grace like a halo. So tall, so majestic, so bright. Someday she will bow to earth, And kiss the dark soil once again Bending, giving, transforming. My heart aches with wonder And appreciation. Today she is perfect. The seed is exactly where it needs to be. You do not have to strive to be anything else. The sun is the sun is the sun.
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This poem IS perfect, just as it needs to be.
"... exactly where it needs to be." Lots of great lines in this poem; several would appeal to me as song lyrics too! Your next gig?