Persistent Pestilence,
Growing up through clay and concrete.
Yearly, you win this battle I wage on the backyard.
Lord,
Give me the fortitude to survive famine,
to thrive while I thirst,
to endure hard and horrible,
and – even as all seems hopelessly hostile and barren –
Give me the strength to bear good fruit in love and grace –
in friendship and faithfulness
Make me like a foxtail.
Amen.
Over Around and Through 