Even weeds reach for the sky,
as if heaven holds a secret,
as if liberation lies in the stars
and the day’s passage into night
is a promise – I reach for the sky
with my prayers, with my wishes,
am no more enlightened than a weed.


Published by


Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

23 thoughts on “Skyward”

  1. Really love this so much
    It has hope – balance – resilience and humility layered in – is I am going to hear the audio – it this is a top writing piece for me from you

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Interesting to hear your voice, V.J. Yes, we are but weeds reaching for the sky. Tenacious and searching for the light. Love the metaphor. 🙂


Comments are closed.