Resilience

I watch
the river reeds
flow with the
giving river.

I watch
the thawing ice
roll along with the
charging ocean.

I watch
the little bird
build her frail home
in the oft dancing trees.

I watch
the dainty spider
spin her web
on the restless breeze.

I watch
and I learn,
that resilience
slips in quietly
through the backdoor,
when I am busy
giving myself
to Life.

Resilience comes
not when I hold on,
but when I
give in to Life;
for it's in the giving in
that I can discover
and create myself,
over and over again.

Weeds and Flowers

I thought
I planted flowers,
but what grew out
were weeds;
I wept, I tugged,
and climbed down
to the roots -
to the fragrant, dark earth
from where both
grew side by side,
fragile. resilient.
sprouts of love.