Friday, July 16, 2010

Daisy

Somewhere,
between the hairline cracks
of powdered concrete and discarded wrappings,
the smallest daisy
pushes up to the sun.

Nothing grand,
or spectacular,
Just believing,
it can be done.

The soft morning dew will come.
and there is still a place,
for flowers.

Elizabeth

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1 Philippians 4:8,
‘whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.’

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