I didn’t know if that made me a gardenia, hydrangea or a hyacinth
But I knew I only wanted to be a help…
A joy in tumultuous period with an unknown end
I wanted to live up to the beauty a flower possesses
Delicate to the touch
Standing strong in the sun and even the rain
I wanted to be tender and sway with wherever the wind took us
I prayed for the shady days to not overshadow my brightness
For no slights in the weather to alter our climate of peace
I gave encouragement likened to the faith of a mustard seed
Breeding disbelief that my small frame could shoulder the boulders of unexpected tomorrows
Even sorrow couldn’t shake my rooting in God that it’d be alright
That he’d be alright
I stood strong in the unforced fields of discovery
We frolicked in possibility knowing only He had the final answer
Beyond mishaps and shortcomings of man
In spite of fear that sunrise would arrive without him
He held strong to his flower
Powerful hands never loosened their grip on hope and the power of prayer
Layers of doubt washed off with each morning his eyes met another day
And another day
I’d prune off weeds of sadness before I’d attempt to be what he saw in me
Making sure my petals were in full bloom
No tears when Heaven is much better than here
No uncertainty when he had such surety in salvation
As I look back, I can only hope I was even a fraction of the joy and beauty flowers convey
But just in case I was not
On his last birthday, I sent a bouquet….
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