Flowers

Flowers on the stand
how so well in Hand you sit
How much do you expend to be yourselves?
On the stand.. the weeds do not choke
    yet your life is steadily waning.
  Plucked from your homes
      yet still -- your beauty glows.
Would I could be as you --
  The One with Heavenly strains spoke --
  and so my eyes are transfixed.
  Incredulosity fills my heart..
    can I truly be as one of these?


My dear and Great Brother smiles
      He shows me more
  I need only rest in Him
  I need only relax in His splendor

  Then stand I shall.