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| Today I discovered myself in the smallest of ways.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| As I set, resting and smiling, amongst God's creations | |||||||||||||||||||||
| the petals of a rose, as if the purest of flames were rising from the stalk.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| leaves.. tendrils reaching towards the sky in appreciation of all that is.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Thorns.. defense from a sometimes cruel world.. warding off any unwanted presence.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Yet.. in the middle of all of this complex unique structure we call a flower.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| there set a core.. a center of all it is.. waiting to one day make just one more of itself... | |||||||||||||||||||||
| We are not unlike flowers.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| our passions for anything in life are like flames at times.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| powerful, beautiful in essence and completely consuming.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| With our arms and hands we praise The One who created us.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| outstretched towards the sun in an effort to show Him that we appreciate his presence, his love for us | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Our own defenses not unlike thorns as we try to ward off anything that might hurt us | |||||||||||||||||||||
| and yet we are rather vulnerable when stormy weather is in our lives. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| And deep inside.. of every single one of us.. where most don?t even bother to look | |||||||||||||||||||||
| lies a core.. a center if you will.. our soul. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| That soul which we share with others in an effort to somehow leave our mark.. to change something in our world. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Next time you pass a rose.. or a daisy.. or a tulip.. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Smile and praise Him.. because if not for His love.. nothing would be possible. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Back to Poetry | |||||||||||||||||||||