A blade of grass lines up in the field.
Obedient grass.
Blade by blade you make a lush covering of warmth
over the cold, dark earth.
Silent one, be firm.
As the grass knows better than to slip backward or wander off,
moment by moment, be present.
Obey, today, the nudge.
Turn grumblings to laughter,
distress to joy.
One by one, make tender
a moment’s thought,
creating earth’s radiance–
a lush covering of beauty.
Not According to Plan 