A flower’s purpose
Is to seek to grow and bloom
On my walk today, when I saw this little purple petunia in bloom, looking so pretty and strong though growing all alone in an obscure place, I had to stop to admire it.
It wasn’t in a big beautiful garden. It didn’t have ideal soil and light, but it still grew and bloomed.
And whether anyone else noticed it there in its little corner of the world, didn’t really matter, because it did what it was supposed to do. It fulfilled its purpose. And in doing so, it inspired me.
This made me think about my life, my purpose, my growth, and it was good food for thought as my tummy made hungry sounds causing my feet to make their way towards home as the sun begun to set on another Summer day.
Knowing your purpose
Seeking to ways to fulfill
Leads to accomplishment
Wheat grows among tares
Each nurtured by their source
Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn. Matthew 13:30
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week #234 Prompt: Grow
I’ve been Plum tired,
And at times Plum tuckered,
But Plum crazy I’m not
A bit of humor in my poem today. 😊
Seeing this plum tree while on my walk a few days ago caused me to remember some old phrases my dad used to say when I was a kid.
The sweet smell of the Honeysuckle
Wafted up, waking my senses,
Lulling me to stop awhile
And drink in the fragrance
Of the tiny white
The green leaves
National Creamsicle Day
Tonite we had the most beautiful sunset in different shades and layers of orange, peach and cream colors. The camera on my phone just didn’t capture the colors exactly as I saw them because as I looked at it I thought of a Creamsicle which I have always loved to eat!
A quick Google search told me that National Creamsicle Day was on August 14th which was two days ago, but the sky was cloudy then and there wasn’t a sunset, so I guess God decided to celebrate it late and gave us this creamsicle sky tonight! 😊
A fresh tomato sandwich
A link to the past
When I was a kid in the 50’s my school lunch, in a brown paper sack, consisted of a tomato sandwich made from mom’s homemade bread and a garden fresh tomato. I still love that combo.
And the flowers
Will fade away
The lovely sounds
Smells and the sights of summer
Will all be gone from us
But the word of our God will stand
Strong, secure and true forever more
“And carry a big stick”
On my walk today I met a gentleman who, in actuality, was walking with a big stick.
As we passed by one another and nodded a greeting, I spoke the quote to him and he smiled. “ Teddy Roosevelt” he said.
“ Oh, I thought it was Snoopy!” I said laughing.
When I got home a Google search proved the stick walker was right!
Guess I got my history lesson for the day!
Plus, a poem inspiration. 😊