Something Beautiful

Think about the beginning.  
Dark and uncertain,
buried beneath the surface.

Was there fear in the uncertainty?
Was their trembling in the dark?
Were there tears in the depth?

Think about the middle.
Growth and change,
emerging into the world.

Did the fear cause the change?
Did the trembling cause the debut?
Did the tears cause the growth?

Think about the display.
Beautiful and blooming,
reaching proudly to the sky.

Was it worth the fear and uncertainty?
Was it worth the trembling?
Was it worth all of the tears?

Think about the end.
Drooping and falling,
returning to the ground below.

Is the hope greater than the fear?
Is there comfort in the trembling?
Is there happiness in the tears?

Is there hope in the One
Who’s kindness and gentleness,
and love and grace know no end?

Is there trust in the One
Who planned and controls it all,
Who never makes mistakes?

Is their belief in the One
who will take all of the fear and doubt
and turn it into something beautiful?

Alone

Alone. But always facing the sun.
Hope and strength in the unlikeliest
Place.

Broken. But always pushing though.
Beauty and grace from an unexpected
Face.

Growing. Despite the pain and fear.
Faith and courage setting a different
Pace.

Belief. Clinging to what is true.
Lies and doubts disappear, crumbling to
Waste.

Trusting. Even when it’s impossible.
Love and peace from the One who erases
Every mistake.

Mirror

Reflections-
Are lies,
Are real,
In the same breath,
At the same time.

Glass mirrors-
Show us
What is
Seen by the world,
When we can’t look.

Clear water
Holds still,
Stays cool,
Until the wind,
Until the rain.

Reflections
Show us-
Us.
But what we see
Is only half the story.

The other half is
In pieces.

What others see.
What’s inside.
And finally-

-the Truth.

Sunflower

Unanswered questions, unexplained hurt.

Dark, humble beginning—
Buried beneath cold, damp soil.
Questioning the point, the purpose,
The meaning, behind the toil.
Finally, a breakthrough—
A small shoot of green.
Stretching, reaching, looking for sky,
A yellow burst erupts on the scene.
A flower, petals smooth as silk—
Growing to the height of a man.
But all too soon, seasons change,
The end, before it truly began.
Wilted by the weight of the seeds—
Drooping, tilting back to the dirt.
Drops of rain slide down like tears,
Unanswered questions, unexplained hurt.