Saturday, September 29, 2012


A woodland wildlflower

Small and pale

Looks upon her distant relative

Showy and brilliant

And wonders

What it would be like to be her

But it seems it isn't her path

To live her life in the center

Beautiful and admired

But to be obedient

To the One who created her

Blooming in the shadows

Knowing she is loved

And has a purpose in Him