The light lifts the flower's face towards the sun, 
releasing it from the place where shadows cast their form. 

The flower only has to turn to face the light, 
enjoy is warmth, 
its peace, 
and follow its natural pattern of growth
—where love leads.

Its delicate petals are guarded 
by other stems, 
also filled with God's beauty, 
that stand by its side as protecters and guides 
on the journey ahead.

The flowers' crimson hearts are opened, 
revealing the structures within
that are no longer afraid to be seen. 

The bouquet is mixed with purple-violet blooms 
that look towards the evening sun
—that highlights their beauty. 

It is as if their very colors 
were made 
to celebrate the crimson sky, 
that then turns to the purples of the sun's eventual setting.

Perhaps the delight of such colors 
remind us of the perfection 
held within nature's dance of changing light. 

Perhaps the flowers reflect the unfurling of our petals 
and the revelation and promise of tomorrow's buds, 
that lie in-wait for the morning light 
to coax their opening,
 toward the splendor and wonder that miracle may bring.