a wildflower or a star.
maybe even a tiny hand reaching for either one of those.
i don’t know where i belong or where to stand.
to be wild yet firm.
to be created among them all.
to have my own brightness and splendor.
so unique and personal you delight in it all.
if i am a wildflower so clearly related to the ones i tuck behind my ears,
may you find me, see me, love me, capture me, keep me, and press me like i do with them.
may i have depth of root more than bearing of fruit.
may my fruit be sweet and reaped from an organic and intimate relationship with you.
may my fruit come from stopping and resting and being made tall and steady by you.
may i be filled and flooded by an endless fountain of gushing life called heavens dew.
you promise me a harvest beyond my wildest dreams and my hands are reaching farther and farther into the stars.
my dreams are increasing with every second i am here.
a human girl now with human hands who desires human things.
but a citizen of heaven learning the ways of her new home who yearns for new desires and bigger dreams.
as i reach for the stars and the handmade sky jewelry you accessorize the sky with i feel you watching.
i hear the whisper of your voice reminding me that i am as beautiful and noteworthy and important as them.
and even when my human ways take hold and i run for cover,
you are standing guard among the stars.
so whether i am wildflower or star. human or sun. maybe even moon or waves.
long before any of this was created you settled on me as the focus of your love.
you chose me long ago.
you chose me to be made whole. holy. known. loved. seen. and called.
may i always have wide eyes and a open heart.
may i always seek your simple beauty.
may i always admire your creation.
may i always remember i am among those things.
a wildflower or a star.
maybe even a tiny hand reaching for either one of those.
