Found between the cracks in the cement
a flower blooms
its face rising to the sun
and wherever I may be, Lord
let me also bloom like that hollyhock:
rooted, growing, facing the Son.
In the harried pace of modern living, sometimes one needs to just put up one's mental feet and pause, meditate on life, the universe, or the antics of squirrels and visit with friends, far flung or near to home and perhaps whisper to God.
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