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Friday, December 7, 2007

A Poem by Naomi Long Madgett

I wouldn't coax the plant if I were you.
Such watchful nurturing may do it harm.
Let the soil rest from so much digging
And wait until it's dry before you water it.
The leaf's inclined to find its own direction;
Give it a chance to seek the sunlight for itself.

Much growth is stunted by too much prodding,
Too eager tenderness.
The things we love we have to learn to leave alone.

1 comment :

  1. What wise advise. Humility respect and trust in the other , that's what this poem teaches

    me , as a mom , a partner and a member of these beings in this our fine world!

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