Wednesday, September 1, 2010

There are no frumpy flowers.

Shape; Well, I've heard a lot of blossoms speak the common hymn of self-loathing when referring to their general shape. Particularly the hydrangeas. They're just dying to be daisies.

The roses; they're always wishing they're a different shade.

The carnations fancy themselves too plain, though the lilies would disagree.

And don't even get me started on the kind of negative self-image tulips have.

Sometimes my mind wanders (as I listen to the flowers) to their stems and leaves, their unique features and general beauty. Half the time I think to myself that if they only knew of the Master Gardner's plans for them, they might hold their heads a bit higher.

Suppose there were only daffodils in this world. Hmmmm. I could live with that if I had too, but I'm sure glad I don't. Not that I dislike daffodils.

I think every flower is beautiful in some way.

I amuse myself personifying blooms, but I daresay; if given voices, they'd sing songs of humble gratitude for their unique beauty. You can just tell they would stand confident in their purpose and ultimate value.

This weekend I had the great privilege, using my dear camera, to capture the beauty of many women at a silly-girl-photo-shoot.

I am thankful for a diverse world-garden, full of gorgeous flowers of all forms.

And for a Heavenly Gardner who not only sees the magnificence in every flower He plants, but also helps us to see ourselves and others the way He sees us, if we but ask.

2 comments:

Carolyn said...

Beautiful post. "The Lord did not people the earth with a vibrant orchestra of personalities only to value the piccolos of the world." Joseph B. Wirthlin

Feainnewedd said...

You're lovely, and that was a spectacular metaphor.