Being Pruned Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Pruned
Pruning a tree - even the good parts must be cut away -
pruned - so the tree will bear good fruit.
Thus in our lives, people whom we love with all our
hearts die - are cut away - pruned from us - that we
may bear good fruit.
Learning compassion, growing in faith, being kind and
gentle, understanding - that we may help others in
time of need and consolation.
Then we will be present to others in times of their
suffering, having gone through it and knowing the
devastating pain also.
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4/28/2024 10:38:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely sentiment, RoseAnn. I wonder if you could have stuck the metaphor of pruning throughout? Or gone back to it at the end? There is a sense of two poems going on here. I was kind of with the lady, pruning in her garden recollecting as she cuts and rose stem, thinking about the necessity of cutting dead growth for renewal and wanted to stick with that image... I became slightly confused as to whether I was empathising with her, or the plant...I loved the sentiment and the reflective pace of it.