Thistles are like life ...
Delicate beauty surrounded by prickles.
Sometimes I see the magic,
Sometimes I grab the thorns.
Lately, it seems I have been faced with the part of the thistle that hurts.
Grabbing the stem ... the painful leaves.
Bleeding from my wounds ...
Today I am trying ...
To find the flower ...
To leave the thorns alone...
To handle adversity with grace ...
To seek the flower,
Not the stem.
Oh, Sissy--this made me cry.
ReplyDeleteI love you, I wish for you the soft purple of gorgeous flower. I wish for you all the good things life can give.
How beautifully and touchingly expressed. I pray that today will be a flower day for you.
ReplyDeleteI hear ya, Sistah! Last week I grabbed the stem and tried to strangle it....what a waste of energy. Thanks to you, tomorrow I will try to have the heart to look for some flowers with you. ♥
ReplyDeleteBeautiful macro! Love the color of thistles. I also wish that I could touch the flower instead of the prickly stems for once... :(
ReplyDeleteHi Clytie. Very medusa-like and probably as dangerous.
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