The Beauty in Difference #devotion #poetry


pink wild flower poster

I was wild  a little daring

boldly wearing magenta in a sea of green

standing tall at the close of spring

the thing was no one knew my name

they did the pansies, marigolds, lobelia

I heard one flower proclaim

“she’s a beauty for a weed

she should be removed

who knows if she will infect you”

I wasn’t refined so knew little what to do

so hard to define I like who I am

I heard the master gardener say:

“don’t stop being who you are

a time will come I will cut  away

do not dismay you will endure

long years you will smile and sway”

It’s difficult standing among a crowd and being different. Perhaps while everyone wears blue and yellow, you like orange and pink. Your shoes are tall while everyone else wears flats. Were we made to be all the same? Apparently not some people are petite others are large. There could be one hundred people with dark hair and that hair would be long and straight, short and kinky, medium and bouncy , shiny with a red tint, or dull with some grey streaks. God made us this way. We are different not so that we can point out that we are the best flower in the garden but so that we can give food or shade to a certain creature, offer a rare fragrance in mid-day, cheer up someone who is downtrodden, or shine our faces in a smile to the sun. We each carry a gift that like a bouquet is an offering of beauty to our maker and to our world.

“Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit.”

John 15:2

 “ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”  ~Psalm 139:14

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

Ephesians 2:10

Shared today with Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United and Godinterest

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29 thoughts on “The Beauty in Difference #devotion #poetry

  1. This post of yours is beautiful, the poem the description of flowers, the part about humans, yes our creator made us different, yet we choose to look at each other in a very negative way. Why is it, I wonder? 🙂

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    • we cant help ourselves Ranu. For some reason pointing out what someone does that is different or wears that is not to our liking makes us feel superior. As I looked at my flowers, I thought they probably would be proud of the “differences” because they highlight each other in color and beauty. I wonder with so many flowers what kind we would be 🙂

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  2. Grand again, Moonie_!
    __The value of differences are so often (habitually) over looked, but realism will always prove that clouds are never the same, as we see (perceive) beyond what is seen.

    the same clouds
    pass before my eyes
    each new wind

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  3. How inspiring–both your allegorical poem and the explanation and quotes that follow. In case you wonder, the symbolism in the poem would work without the explanation as well, but I liked reading your voice. Oh, and Thank you for writing such a fine comment on my poem!

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  4. Great metaphor – especially it can represent those who are low in self-esteem and lack of confidence. It happens but once you realize your worth, it will change your life forever.

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  5. Yes, being different and standing out is what life is! We’re all meant to be different, indeed. How boring would it be if we were all the same?! Loved this poem 🙂

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  6. It is indeed hard to be different – and yet there is always a kind gardener somewhere who tells us it’s ok to be ourselves…and to keep growing..thank heavens for that!

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