This poem was written just over ten years ago, in February 2009. The poem itself is fairly blunt, though its title is a play on words. The admonition, “Just wait,” is a common one, though the words have multiple meanings. The word just can mean only, and also fair, as in justice; and the word wait means to pause for something that’s coming, but its homonym weight has other connotations, some negative, some positive. Thus, if the title were read as “the weight that comes from justice,” the poem will take on a different meaning than if it were read as the admonition. Ultimately, the poem is about recognizing that what we often regard as low may be more important than what we regard highly.
I’ve never seen a mighty angel’s feet
tread on this earth. However, the green growth
of a living God’s mightiest sprinklings sprout
from under the filthiest furrowed ruts.
With one finger, I have pushed down small seeds,
silent, steadfast, sturdy, into a few
inches of dirt and deadness, and witnessed
later the brilliant, blooming result. God
does answer prayers, He does love life, and all
things are sacred, even those we pass over
About ten years ago, I all but quit submitting poems to literary magazines and began sharing a few here. To read previous (Unpublished) #Poem posts, each with its own mini-introduction, click on the title below: