Standalone
And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers
that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow,
he will certainly care for you.
—Luke 12:28
saw my first yellow daffodil, not ever,
but mine.
a standalone on the hill;
my husband sighs,
as he points it out.
the sun is a standalone;
His;
yellow-white, bright.
our attention transfixed.
I am a standalone
me -
the crucifix,
to carry;
I walk with Him,
under the sun and clouds.
God lets us glory
on a fixed moment,
as if it were framed, not always.
each tear that falls,
from my green eyes,
is saved
by Christ.
I emphasize;
He underlines
and exclamation points.
how this can be,
with infinity,
our small minds
cannot divine.
saw my first daffodil, there’ll be more,
they’ll spring, and wither;
and so will I,
but don’t be glum,
I am already buried,
like a seed,
planted, and ready
to rise,
inside a Garden of Pearls.
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