Flowers

i’ve seen them my whole life.

small wonders.

they crop up almost anywhere.

some we call weeds, some are just wild.

they grow both in lush forests and desolate deserts.

every color.

some we take care of, some we let take care of themselves.

but each has value.

if we think that we control them in some way.

we don’t.

only one has power to help them grow.

to bring life into something that carries such beauty and hope.

we each are a beautiful creation.

we each are valued beyond measure.

fragile and needy.

yet there is one gardener whose hands we most need to keep and tend us.

be needy today.

oh my soul.