growing wild
Dark and early in your story someone fearful
of your inborn glory took it
and buried it behind your house,
and you, innocently, and wise to save yourself
from their greater wrath,
believed its absence.
It’s not a pompous glory,
insistent on regard, but sure and quiet
as a wildflower’s, asking nothing.
And so you’ve lived—so have we all—
without it, your heart shoveled over
with self-doubt and apology, as if
you have no place or voice here
among angels.
We see you in the cripples who flocked
to Jesus, the mute, the paralyzed,
bent over, shut out, gone mad.
And all he meant to say was this:
you shine. You bring a gift
as no one else, and you belong.
Your Word deserves a hearing,
and this world needs your beauty
and your grace. There is no rank
you fall below, no worth you fail to match.
Your shuttering was evil, and God
wants it undone, and wants you whole.
And so she takes you by the hand
and raises you to stand, to walk, to speak.
She listens to your song with joy.
She rains upon the earth
until you are unafraid of your radiance
and all our houses are surrounded by wildflowers.
______________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
Wildflowers grow without
discipline,
rooted in the secret order
of quietness.
Edges get rounded down.
Nature offers no straight lines
or right angles.
Wouldn’t you rather run your
fingers through black loam
than scroll through golden rules?
What you really seek
is the fragrance of chaos,
like a moth on a purple aster,
the intimate fragility
of mountain meadows.
Surrender first.
Strip off the armor
of Should.
Then fight your valiant battle
for beauty.
___________
Alfred K. LaMotte
…
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow:
they do not toil or spin.
~Matthew 6:28
Do you suppose she’s a wild flower?
Dancing light and free
Do you suppose she’s a wildflower?
As we all wish to be
Let yourself go
be drawn to what you love
– Rumi
God made black sheep and dandelions
God said they were good
God made your heart sweet
He sees you cryin’
Oh now can’t you see
God made you and me
just like every star
to shine just as we are
there’s a garden many know
pretty maids all in a row
looking all they same are they
mother, may I? they do say
some folks see wishes
some folks see weeds
some folks see diamonds
whiles stones others see
some folks don’t get me
as I need to be
I am a wildflower
dancing so free
God made black sheep and dandelions
God said they were good
God made your heart sweet
He sees you cryin’
Oh now can’t you see
God made you and me
just like every star
to shine just as we are
there’s a sky above we see
stars come out to play at night
they don’t ask what they can be
they shine their light for all to see
some folks see storms clouds
some folks see rains
some folks see nightmares
whiles dreams others see
some folks don’t get me
as I need to be
I am a star child
twinkling so free
God made black sheep and dandelions
God said they were good
God made your heart sweet
He sees you cryin’
Oh now can’t you see
God made you and me
just like every star
to shine just as we are
💫
AL
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