Planted as a seed; it was given its role;
designed to grow and become;
not knowing what be its ultimate goal;
to someday be joined to the One
When it was a sprout, fresh from the ground;
it was much different than nearly all others;
it didn’t blend in with those others, around;
tho, to it, they were sisters and brothers.
Insecurity and weakness fashioned its youth;
almost hiding its blossoms within;
its strength and beauty was hiden from truth;
it resented itself; to begin.
This flower, insignificant, in life’s garden,
in some ways, felt overwhelmed by others;
his personality often sought their pardon;
crowded out by the growth of his brothers.
But God had a plan and a special design;
for this wildflower; that he become;
granting His power within, to refine;
and be an integral part of the One.
That flower grew old and nearer death;
wisdom and beauty; meant to be;
an age where others had their last breath;
that insignificant wildflower is me.
I tend to stay at the back of life’s stage;
as a physical fixture; not so exciting
I love one and all; but seldom engage;
just consider me: Love, in hiding.