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Wildflower

by Joy Wieters

Sometimes,
I'm about to slip,
Now comes the dip,
In life's sweet journey.

And other times,
I do not fear,
No shadows near,
I feel God holding me.

But right now,
I'm in between,
What I have seen,
In life before.

And I can see,
That what it was,
Is just because,
Of where I came from.

I did not think,
I had no choice.
Could not be voiced,
What was inside.

And I became,
A tulip for
One season more,
And then I faded.

Now my glory,
Slipped beyond,
What I was fond,
Of back then.

Now it's become,
So undone,
Since I've begun,
This new journey.

This story,
Of how I'm here,
Is past I fear.
That's good.

I decided,
I must let go,
I must behold,
All of Your glory.

And I can see,
That beyond me,
And beyond sea,
Is You,

You're moving,
Even as you're near.
I feel you here,
Beside me.

I'm looking,
For the daisy,
Cuz I'm crazy,
For You.

Who I've become,
Won't be undone.
Before the Son,
I'm always changing.

Something new,
Not past at all,
And yet in small,
It is reminiscent.

I take my lessons,
And try to forget-
At least my regret,
So I can move on.

You see, I am weak-
But a daisy,
My view hazy-
Just my perspective.

But now I see,
The wind blows crazy.
I'm a small daisy,
But He holds me.

I don't deserve it,
I can't earn it,
But I can learn it-
The lessons in life.

And here with me,
I see an Angel.
Thought I'm in danger,
I'm protected,

Forever and ever
I will not fear-
You're strong and near,
And You're for me,

Though I'm a mess.
And I'm not sure,
That future's blur,
Will make any sense,

Of anything.
They're just these dreams,
At least it seems.
Are they a plan?

Could it be,
In store for me,
When I'm not a daisy,
But a rose?

Do you propose,
I just trust You?
I know it's You,
And I know it's real,

I think; I feel.
Through all of this,
The pain and bliss,
I remember,

Not long ago,
When I a tulip.
Others choose it,
I could not.

Just as well,
I see now,
Just how,
You positioned it,

So it would fit.
And I am here,
I taste not fear,
I'm a Wildflower.

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