1 June 2012
SOMETHING RANK
I chanced upon a charming garden, newly planted and in bloom, with tender shoots and fragrant blossoms, good to brighten any gloom.
But then the breezes shifted slightly, brought a whiff of something rank. A root of pride, a stalk of envy; something in this garden stank.
I've seen the hand of friendship offered, lifting up those feeling blue; encouragement, heartfelt and gentle; words of wisdon ringing true.
If this is what we truly value, what we have good cause to thank, then can we find it in our hearts to leave behind that something rank?
Opuss № I