June 7, 2011
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Wildflower
Open like a wildflower, I gaze up at the sun.
Flowing like a Dandelion, my petals come undone.
I scatter in the wind. My seedlings soar unbound.
Whipping like a whirlwind, to my ears – sweet sound.
All the fibers you have given me are spreading like a fire.
Breaching ground – planted by The Supplier.
Lord, won’t you continue to feed me – to thrust on me your voice!
I will be the sturdy oak – the daughter who will rejoice.
I’m rooted to the solid rock – the core of heaven and earth.
He has overseen my growth. He’s instigated my rebirth.
Like a sister, robed in white, I clutch your cross and yield.
Radiance beams upon my face. These beams I once concealed –
These blessings are more than ravishing. They are costly riches.
Why would you entrust such gems to a quilt still bound in stitches?
Who you are amazes me. I’m awestruck at your wonder.
My smile explodes when I hear your not-so-distant thunder.
Rain on me, Sweet Storm Maker. Dance around me, beautiful Song Giver.
Your psalms upon my lips, I utter in deliverance and shiver.
Like hymns of old, in the Promised Land I roam.
Truths swirl in antiquity – bound in leather tomes.
Kimberly Willingham
