Of A Precious, Little Flower

Wondered a precious, little flower one day,

Whether it fit well into the world’s way.

And knew it not where to it was bound,

For it had not, hitherto, its purpose found.

It looked at the rose with awe and wonder,

And upon its own flaws it began to ponder.

The rose was fragrant and delicately made,

Whilst it was plain, and in shadows it laid.

The mighty rose adorns the hand of a bride,

And is fondly every love’s first gift of pride.

But our Precious was not so well-known,

It stood in a corner, weary and forlorn.

Then came a sunbird to suckle its nectar,

In that moment Precious felt like a victor.

It saw how a rose is a rose, and a lily is a lily,

To compare one with other is so lame and silly.

Each little thing has a place of its own,

An inimitable place none can disown.

If the whole world were just one flower,

Spring'd have nothing much to shower.

You are truly special and one of a kind,

Your own sheen in no other soul you’ll find.

Bring out your lustre and make it shine,

Your place in the world is unique as is mine.

Be what you are, and be that well. (St. Francis De Sales)

Inspired by the writings of St. Therese of Lisieux. 

By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven.

#TheLittleThingsInLife #LittleFlower #BeWhoYouAre #Poetry

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