We are like flowers in a field, the world can’t see our beauty until we grow towards the sun, weather may change, wind may blow, the flowers do survive and bloom to bring and share their beauty , when they leave us, we sill hold the beauty, in the images of our memories. I pray to hold all the beauty of those who have bloomed in my heart. The Light that shines though you is the beauty created by God’s brightness.
Peace Out. Copyright 2015