No Such Thing As Bad Growth


The flower is confused in the winter
She blooms new pedals of color anyway, for
God’s glory comes in sprinkles on those unexpected experiences
Travelers go on in the billions and beyond
As the winter solstice comes and passes by
The arrival of a new season finally reaches the Earth
Mother Nature’s people suddenly scurry along
Wondering why the Sun is still out there shining
The flowers continue a journey of growth
Matching the tint of death on the ground,
But the trees claim to know better
Than to grow anew in the middle of winter
The unconventional flowers
The untraditional arising
The unexpected redemptions
Whatever the flower chooses to believe
Becomes her now-and-present reality
If the choice is to Love Life and Rejoice,
What in the Heavens is the problem here?
The confused flower is an Angel
Sweeter than the freshest honey of the bees
She is a trendsetter
More flowers shall grow in the winter, for
God’s glory comes in sprinkles on those unexpected experiences

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