In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
Flowers are definitely my muse. But as much as I love their exquisite beauty, I am finding more and more that I am drawn to those small imperfections. The falling petals, the brown spots, the chew marks where some insect has had a feast. The windblown or rain beaten blooms shimmer for me. But still they are exquisitely beautiful.
And so it is with us humans, when we are windblown, rain beaten or chewed on by life, the exquisite beauty is there to shine forth. If only we will stop and see.
Can you see it?
Do you see that swath of yellow against the vividness of red?
Who but the Master could create such beauty?
It is said that beauty is fleeting.
But I beg to differ.
I say that beauty never leaves,
it just takes the eyes of love to see it.
But do I have the courage?
Do I have the courage to open the door?
“…..I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” John 10:10
As Louie Giglio said:
“Whenever you say yes to something,
there is less of you for something else.
Make sure your yes is worth the less.”
This photo just makes me go aaaaahhhh…..
Sometimes that is the best medicine
just a peaceful moment
savoring the beauty, the peacefulness, the quiet.
I recently snapped this photo at our local botanical garden. I made the comment on Facebook that because of it’s great beauty and subtlety, I was sure I would see this flower someday in heaven. So I looked it up to find out it’s name and the meaning in the language of flowers. Come to find out, it is commonly called Devil’s Trumpet. It’s foliage has been used for vision quests and the like and can be deadly. The only creature that is unaffected by it’s pollen is the honey bee.
So will I see this beautiful creation in heaven one day? My opinion? Yes! But no more deceit, no more toxicity- the “sting” will be gone.
“O death where is your sting?”