So Delicate...

A delicate flower...

Soft pink and fragrant

with translucent petals,

that demurely glow

when touched by sunlight.

The flower's stamen (or is it pistol, I don't even know)

protruding from the centre of the flower

with tiny specks of pollen

precariously clinging to it.

It blows my mind...

it sits there quietly;

so fragile

so seemingly insignificant,

so unobtrusive or demanding...

on the brink of destruction.

So beautiful and so fragile.

Yet it serves a purpose.

It's a part of the ecosystem...

the grand scheme as it were.

It bobs along in the wind

beautiful and perfect

emanating happiness and... actually, faith.

We too are intricately designed.

Beautiful and fragile.

Complex and precarious.

So much... effort, or design, or...thought

in each living thing.

Yet, life is so easily taken away.

We too are part of the bigger picture.

We too have a purpose.

Each of us.

However It is not ours for understanding

or for worrying about.

It is ours to hold,

to cherish,

to trust,

to rest in

and to be thankful.