"You are a big fruit tree, with your branches spreading wide, providing shade. Your fruits drop down and sustain many. I see and know that your growth is good and that, through you, other living beings are sustained in your shade, in your branches and from your fruit. That is your destiny.
I am but a little tiny wayside flower, glimpsed, maybe, by a wayside traveller on the way to your shade and that is my destiny. I provide neither cool shade nor fruits to gladden body and soul. If I gladden the heart of a passer-by with my smile, if I can provide a bit of nectar to the littlest butterfly or the tiniest bee, I am content.
Both you and I, grand and insignificant, huge and tiny, all are God’s creations and all are part of God’s plan"
I think of myself as the wayside flower.
Lovely poem. whose?
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely way to explain it.
ReplyDeletei wrote it lawyeramma. Thanks Dot
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