September 13, 2005

  • Back in June our house was tented for termites, and the process killed all the plants that were too close to the house. After walking (or zooming) past it for months, Nathaniel noticed this against our front porch yesterday:

    ...then he came inside and wrote a haiku about it!

    Roses straight and tall
    no longer have life at all;
    Plain, hard, gray roses.

    What sort of poem might be written about the quality of my life, or yours, if someone caught a clear unvarnished glimpse of its essence?

    A good reminder to live life as a "poema", to make it a masterpiece, the life we've always wanted. John Ortberg actually wrote a book about that, which I look forward to reading someday.

    That someday is sooner because of this haiku, I must admit!