His Gift

Every flower is not a rose. Heaven knows.
Some things require a lot of care and cultivation.
I won't argue with that.
Specifics are nice when you're dealing with facts.
But wildflowers, I love them.
All of the pretty little flowers with their pretty faces,
Popping out everywhere in the strangest of places.
I've always been intrigued. Indeed.
That God would send a tiny seed to grow there.
Of all the places they could land they stop there.
Wildflowers are like feelings.They seem so random at times.
But it all makes sense to Our Creator.
In the great big tapestry of life filled with heartache, pain and strife:
How the Love gets sewn into the seams and blooms like a dream;
Out of control. To color our world. Wherever we are.
Wherever we are.

SG Wallace 2011