“Consider the lilies, how they grow . . .” Luke 12:27.
They
don’t need
to
find themselves.
They
just are.
They
receive sun.
They
receive rain.
They
grow.
And
when the smiling sun
turns,
split-scorching what’s tender, what’s new,
and
the thunderous dark and cursed rain
somehow
gives blessing,
I
will remember them and bend
and
grow,
too.
© 2017 Jennifer Wagner