Lilies, Dandelions, and Sunflowers

Sister,
I see you
You pretty little flower
Sister,
I see you
You pretty
Little flower

Hiding there
with that
Fragrance of Despair
And no knowledge of,
Your Beauty

I said sister,
I see you
With your eyes moving,
From side to side
Taking in
Their glory
And majestic pride

And you wonder
Am I just like them?
Do I have it?
But you doubt it

You see them sister
So many different ones...
Dandelions
Roses
Carnations
Gerber Daises
Cactus Lilies
.... Sunflowers

And you stop and think,
"Wow, what's wrong with me?"
My creator,
Well he held back in tending me
He must've missed all the need I see
And your pain, it grows,
Your disdain too...

But sister, I see you
Pretty little flower
Look into these eyes
They see you, because
They know, exactly what you do.

Look at me. Look into my eyes.
Listen sister.
You. Are. A. Pretty. Flower.
I know them too. All the ones you see.
And guess what, sister. You are not like them.
In fact sister, my pretty sister.
Your difference is purposeful.

Because sister, your Creator delights in you.
He planned that you sister,
You, would look exactly, the way you do.
He intended that you sister,
You, would have exactly, what you do.
No more.
No less.
Just like the other Lilies.

Consider them...
Growing.
Not laboring.
Not spinning.
Fully clothed.
Fully known.
None forgotten.

See sister, He sees you too.
And the other little flowers...He sees them too.

But just like you, they question too.

So what you ask, does He think of you?
Sister, He loves you.
And He asks sister that you receive it.
He asks that you look up high
Towards His Son, and receive His light
Let it fill your leaves, and each and every petal

No, He doesn't shine too bright
No, He won't shade His light
He will fill you. And your Beauty sister.
Well, it'll Shine through
Oh, sister your Beauty, will surprise even you.

Sister, from glory to glory.
You will radiate.


By Me. Inspired by my beautiful sisters.
"Once a Tula, ALWAYS a Tula."