no crisis of identity
this flowers stands
singular, unafraid
no surrounding clusters
uncluttered, no need
for comparison
bold in her beauty
wild, bright, free
proclaiming the glory
of her Creator
would I be as brave?
If God gives such attention to the wildflowers,
most of them never even seen,
don’t you think he’ll attend to you,
take pride in you, do his best for you?





