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Wild Flowers
by Stephen Vattimo Wild flowers They spring up to life,in the field where The Creator plants them They are nurtured buy sun ,water,and feral soil, They proclaim the glory of the artistry of their Creator They grow and multiple until they reach their glorious peak They wither,and fade into dust and are no more All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand Wild flowers Artists praise your beauty,and try to capture your glory with paints on canvas Farmers detest you presence ,and toil to remove you from the soil For in their eyes you are nothing but a weed that competes and hinders the growth of their valued crops. Wild flowers Man is like the wild flower of the field They spring to life in the world where The Creator has placed them They are nurtured and blessed from the helplessness of infancy to the glory of adulthood by the hand of The Creator Some grow to have families ,some grow alone Some grow toward the Son of their Creator,some grow toward another in darkness They all reach their peak of their glory, Then they wither,fade into dust and are no more All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand Wild flowers In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was cultivate,and appreciated for it beauty. In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was uprooted and valued as a weed that competed and hinders the growth of their dreams . Wild flowers Relationship are like wild flowers They will only live,grow,become a thing of thriving beauty,if we nurture them. When a wild flower fades and withers away their is no seance of singing it's praise If we didn't do so while it was alive. Written by Stephen J. Vattimo June 7, 2015 https://www.facebook.com/groups/surealworld/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |