Today’s Readings: Dec 11, 2012
Why can’t I be like the flower in the field? I would bloom for no one but the sun. My scent to please nobody in particular, but everyone who passes by.
Instead, I’m like a flower that needs to be noticed, appreciated and admired. I compete with other flowers for the best ground to grow.
I’ve found the one girl who plucked me from the field, and we will be together until I wilt and die. But still… why can’t I just be like the flower in the field, with no worries – just live the life of a flower and then return to the dust?
Is it because my soul yearns for God?