Flag of the Weeds
By Margi AbrahamSydney, New South Wales, Australia Who will fly the flag?The flag of no homelandbut this Earth, this spherecircling a life-giving star. The unsymbolic, forgotten flagwith no country, no teamno cheering, no burningwith partisan meaning. The flag of the wavescrashing hope on every shore.The flag of sun-flecked mountainsreflecting beauty to the dawn. The quiet, sacred flagof peace and love enduring;breaking walls and shackles,unlocking doors with mercy. The flag of weary heartsthat search for signs already toldby weeds persisting through the cracks ─their breeze-tattered flowers.