Let's be the cacti

Let’s be the cacti…

I like cacti. They need little care. Yeah, not all are thorny; even if they are, it is their way of saying stay away from me. Most bloom some of the prettiest flowers.

I like them. Rather, I admire them. Their resilience inspires me.

All they do is grow.

You slash, sever, chop, or remove them from their mother stem. They still grow.

They grow wherever they are. Water or no water, they manage to stay alive. Rocks or soil, they find their footing.

Nothing beats them.

In the pots or the fields. In the garden or the barren, they find a way to grow. They survive in the driest of lands yet retain maximum moisture.

At times, the onslaught in our lives is relentless, and the terrain rugged. The faith falters, and the pain swells.

Let us remember:

The cacti who refuse to die…

Let’s be the cacti who refuse to die

When the hope’s afar, and the fear is nigh

Remember the cacti who refuse to die

They grow with friends, and they grow with the foe

They learn to live and thrive against the flow

They grow in gardens or in the pots

They grow in the barren or the mountaintops

When the tempest rages high

Lift up your head and look at the sky

Let’s be the cacti who refuse to die

Bobby George