personal awareness

It fell before me on the ground,
The delicate white ruffled blossom,
Finished with its major work
Its edges beginning to brown.

It lay contentedly in my palm
As I took in the dainty dark red lines
Springing from small maroon dots in its center.
Two ochre accents glowed near the base.
Three petals surrounded the miniature cup.
It was a masterful piece of detail.

I look up for its origin.
It came from a cluster of intricate blossoms.
Which one exactly I did not know for
duplicate clusters nestled happily everywhere
Almost hidden by the giant heart-shaped leaves
on a huge tree spread out overhead.
The tree was full of white, ruffled pockets
of beautiful detail.

The blossom in my hand spoke to me:
“If God in her infinite wisdom has given
so much thought to me, a small blossom
among many,
Then KNOW as much care has gone into the
detail of YOU.”

I reflected on this.

I have a place in The Plan as does the blossom.
I think perhaps the blossom is more accepting of
that place than I am.
It simply “is”.
It allows itself to be guided by an Unseen Hand
Trusting the outcome will be exactly right.
Trusting and being.
Trusting and being.

When I feel alone or unsure or unloved
I will remember the Little Blossom.
For I too am part of a cluster,
A cluster of humanity nestled
In the branches of the Universe.
And I am as beautiful and intricate
And as loved
As the blossom before me.

© 1990 Cara Lumen

Cara Lumen, The Vision Distiller, is a philosopher who helps other discover their infinite possibilities. www.caralumen.com