Wild Flowers

Wild flowers

They spring up to life,in the field where The Creator plants them
They are nurtured buy sun ,water,and feral soil,
They proclaim the glory of the artistry of their Creator
They grow and multiple until they reach their glorious peak 
They wither,and fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator’s hand

Wild flowers

Artists praise your beauty,and try to capture your glory with paints on canvas
Farmers detest you presence ,and toil to remove you from the soil
For in their eyes you are nothing but a weed that competes and hinders the growth of their valued crops.

Wild flowers

Man is like the wild flower of the field

They spring to life in the world where The Creator has placed them
They are nurtured and blessed from the helplessness of infancy to the glory of adulthood by the hand of The Creator
Some grow to have families ,some grow alone
Some grow toward the Son of their Creator,some grow toward another in darkness
They all reach their peak of their glory,
Then they wither,fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator’s hand

Wild flowers

In the soil of some people’s hearts a relationship with a wild flower was cultivate,and appreciated for it beauty.
In the soil of some people’s hearts a relationship with a wild flower was uprooted and valued as a weed that competed and hinders the growth of their dreams .

Wild flowers

Relationship are like wild flowers
They will only live,grow,become a thing of thriving beauty,if we nurture them.
When a wild flower fades and withers away their is no seance of singing it’s praise
If we didn’t do so while it was alive.

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo 
June 7, 2015