Real Flowers

Real is always better than any lesser imitation Fake can never trump real with its mimickation. Would you rather walk among Real Flowers in a real flower bed Or would you prefer to walk among flowers, plastic ones instead? Would you rather look upon a bed of flowers, each uniquely designed Or would you prefer them all to be exactly of the same, molded kind? Would you rather smell the sweet fragrances, all specially blended Or would you prefer the factory smell to have your nose offended? Would you rather gently touch a flower to feel its delicateness Or would you rather touch a flower unfeeling of your caress? Would you rather be a flower, an original, unlike all the rest Or would you prefer to forfeit how by God you've been blessed? Real is always better with authenticity to claim. Genuine trumps generic, putting fake to shame. Would you rather hold Real Flowers gently in your hand Or would you prefer them hard and cold of a factory brand? Real Flowers are delicate, vulnerable, and tender, Character specific, accordance with their gender. Though each appears to have flaws, oddities possess, Each God Made Perfectly with real purpose to address. Real Flowers do not compete nor with themselves concern, How other flowers are blooming nor like them do they yearn. Real Flowers just bloom, displaying their very best, Knowing their unique offering is by God's Request. Each heart is a flower with each an original face. Each heart is a flower in God's Garden of Grace. God created NOT anything plastic, unreal, or fake, For only with His Love did He all hearts Uniquely Make. Real Flowers God Created, each of His Own Design, Each and every one He Made with His Love Divine. Dear Flower of God, more than good enough for me, As long as you stay real is how I wish you then to be! Poem/art by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2015-04-18 18:34:00 (EST) All rights reserved.