Poetry

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