Pulling weeds

Pulling weeds on every row, 

Damaging young buds,live sprouts

Thoughts like plants in soul grow,

I am looking at the clouds,

Waiting for the rain and thunder, 

Blessing hot and dusty air, 

Mind and spirit wonder, wonder, 

Sinful weight I hardly bear.  

Lighter, lighter, give reflection 

Of my life...I see in water 

Flowers in mud -  projection

Of my actions, sinful daughter. 

Silence...moon... It's path in glitter

Magically singing prayers, 

Taste of life like beer bitter, 

Cake with honey..... Salted layers.