The Flower
There is nothing in the world
Aside from family and dear people
That can give you such an ennervating pause
As a single flower.
When you plant it, when you dig the earth to
Make its bed
You touch something that is as beautifully simple
As you will ever reach.
Today when you strain against the world
At some point stop and look
At that flower over there.
I saw a woman on the TV tonight who rode out the hurricaine on a tree Limb. She said she will live a life of greater faith from now on because She prayed and she lived. My problem is this: Can't we assume that the People who lost their lives in fear and pain in that storm were also Praying for safety and release from the terrible waters? If you believe One person was saved by God, don't you have to believe that others who Did not survive were killed by God?
Thanks for Reading.
