The Flower 4/22/08 By Shanna L Browning

A delicate flower is
Closed tightly around herself,
She protects her heart from the world around her
Letting nothing in or out
Each day is the same,
with no new experiences or adventures
No bees or wind able to gather pollen
To spread the seeds of life
No dazzling view of the sun; only darkness
But that same Sun pursues the little flower
Day after day, coaxing her to open her heart to him
So he can shine his light and in turn, give life
She feels the warmth from the outside in
And her curiosity is peaked
She slowly and cautiously opens one of her petals
To peek out at this familiar friend whom she has never seen
She gasps as she is met with a blinding rush of light;
Her eyes are not accustomed
To such radiance
after living in her dark cave for so long
She wants to shut herself up again,
but the warmth she felt from the outside
is nothing compared to the soothing, almost musical touch of the Sun
she now feels at her core
She closes her eyes and breathes deep, and slowly, so slowly,
releases the rest of her defenses,
fully blooming and basking in the light
She comes to life with a new peace,
guided by her friend, Creator, Savior
and shares with those around her
not only with a beautiful fragrance
but with the new growth of pollen
she’s suddenly developed by exposing
the deepest part of her to the Light.