Young hearts are broken, my cousin's wife was buried, my friend from church is ill again. As I was about to throw out the flowers scattered all over the house, I saw their lasting beauty and grace in the drooping form and draining colors. (Isn't it great when we can really see? sometimes I am awake!)
They said to me:
I am sorry you are hurting.
I am sorry I was an idiot.
I may not be perfect but I still am here for you.
Sad flowers today...
Perhaps they are what our sad souls really need. Miniature paintings only 4 x 4 x 1.75 inches.
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