A Flower Among Weeds
A flower was hidden among tall weeds;
scarcely visible to the other flowers;
the Master, privately, saw to its needs;
occasionally watering it with showers.
When planted, it was no more than a seed;
destined to become a beautiful rose;
the Master provided for its every need;
petals served as its colorful clothes.
Weeds grew all around that flower;
crowding, and drinking its water supply;
the density of the weeds gave power;
to threaten that the rose would die.
The rose developed a garden, of its own;
other flowers pushed back at the weeds;
for all of the plants in the garden home,
developed their very own seeds.
Insects threatened all plants in the ground;
a virtual plague of locusts, from above;
winds from the storms, blew them down;
but the rose felt all alone, without love.
The Master sent the gardener to cut the weeds;
for they restricted the growth of the flower;
and the Master continued to see to all needs;
imbued with love and unlimited power.
Destiny remained at God’s beck and call;
so, there was little those weeds could do;
that flower was loved, by the Lord of All;
and my child, that flower was you.
Monty 2/14/22. # 973