In a pile of seeds in the hands of God
I laid, waiting,
just like I do now
ready to be planted
to become the beautiful rose or tulip or daffodil…

Did He know He was planting me beside the weeds
back then?
Or did He rescue me from the weeds planted by
the other?
Does the answer really matter?

Today, I lay waiting
ready to be planted
to become the beautiful rose or tulip or daffodil…
…or daisy…
So white and sturdy and strong and peaceful…

Oh my Lord,
could I please be a daisy this time around?