(Inspired by Therese the Little Flower)

By Elizabeth Grace, @divinacatholicpoetry

The seed fell

The ground was good

And in the radiance of morning sun

And in the soaking of afternoon storms

There was a sprout

Though little, it grew

Its first tiny leaf whipped by winds

Poked and prodded by earthly creatures

But it grew

Into a stalk

Into a bud

Each day it bent with the breeze

Tilting north, south, east, west

It surrendered in joy

Knowing it need not fear or toil over its life

And then came the bloom

Rich and red and remarkable

And the gales were filled with its fragrance

Which descended on the grass and the weeds

It sparkled with the dew of dawn

And delighted the eye of the gardener

One little flower, one little rose

Became the crown of the garden

Which now overflows