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

Unseen,

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