Wednesday, 2 November 2011

The Daisy

I want to be a daisy
unassuming, humble,
Willing to share my joyful face
wherever I am found.

In a prairie of grass


And alone,
I will tilt my face toward the Son.

Bordered by peonies showy dresses
or the scandalous red of poppies
I'll not be intimidated.

I won't droop in the rain.

I will stand tall
and outlast them all.

I will pretend nothing

I will smile.

And be content to be me:                                                
A bloom,
A delight to my Maker.

I want to be a daisy.
Washed pure white
With a heart of gold.

Written by Kristina from A Joy Walk
Used with permission