Grim Grass

We are not far from home

Miles maybe, but let's push onward

This barren landscape will give way to lush gardens

I've seen it before

And sometimes the fields trick us

And we find but one small

delicate flower

A poppy among weeds

And often I curse the ground for its lack of luster

But we must be thankful

For even a simple gift as this can be appreciated as greatly as the gift of life itself

And while pain and persecution exist onward

I find peace knowing moments like this

Still pop up

from the grim grass