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.
