Oh Tiny Bud

Oh, tiny bud here on this branch
and many more that have no chance
in this dark world that no one sees,
the lost and silent "least of these".

They're covered up by others full,
with blooming blossoms, beautiful,
that dance so freely in the wind -
but oh, they do not know they've sinned.

The 'winners' flaunt their daily lives
when pride's indulging self arrives,
ignoring young and helpless, those
with hungry gut and dirty clothes.

While all those 'winners' seem to choose
different blossoms, different hues -
the traffic, loud, goes flying by.
...Seems no one cares which makes me cry.

But time will tell on judgement day
when all their wealth will have no say.
Still, God allows both rain and mud
and nourishes this tiny bud.

Oh, tiny bud here on this branch
and many more that have no chance
in this dark world that no one sees -
the lost and silent "least of these".

This poem was a finalist in the June 2013 poetry contest