November 11, 2014: Weeds

~by Paula Veloso Babadi

Years ago, I was stopped downtown waiting for a passing train. The fairly new overpass before me loomed in my center vision, and right in the middle of one large cement seam, popping boldly out of the bleak gray, hung a rich, full, cluster of green weeds. I had plenty of time to consider that out of impossible conditions, weeds found a place to take root and grow. I changed my mind about weeds that day. This was not some nuisance – I wanted to get out of the car and tug on it to see if it would yield to pulling. I wanted to know what circumstance led it to this very place, and I understood that on this earth, you can always count on weeds to keep coming back.

There is a comfort in considering weeds. They cause constant work if you care about keeping them at bay and yet they have a perfect purpose in God’s creation. After that day, I never pulled dandelions from my lawn, except to clip a few of their greens and test them in my salad. I purposely planted milkweed, knowing they would overtake my front walkway. Their gift greets me in the early mornings when Monarchs flutter past me as I leave for work.

That cluster of weeds remained in the overpass for a long time. It’s not there today, but I am certain its’ offspring grows exactly where it is meant to be, exactly where the wind deposited it for someone else to consider the promise of weeds.

Weeds

Persistent pests
and yet
promises of what will always return.
.
Their dandelion wishes scattered with each passing wind
leave behind bitter green nourishing soul sustenance,
and milkweed’s sacrifice of dying pods
lures magnificent Monarchs
with its red and yellow afterbirth.
.
That I could pluck from the lowly weed
resilience.
Pull me through life’s ploughing field
so I can grow
again and again.

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Paula Veloso Babadi has worked in the health care industry for over thirty five years, but her true passion is poetry. She is a member of the St. John’s Chapter of the national Catholic Writers Guild and a regular contributor to the St. Joseph’sReflections Newspaper. Growing up in England and Pensacola with her Filipino and British parents and marrying into her Iranian family, she now lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, daughter and nearby three grown sons and grandchildren.

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