I was sitting in my garden when I wrote the first draft of this poem. If May is turning out to be a hard month or if you feel left out of so many good things or if you’re feeling stuck in a never-ending season, this poem is for you. Flowers teach a thousand things, but the one thing they teach over and over and over again is hope.
They are living proof of hope lived out. You don’t have to feel happy in order to hope. You don’t need to rush out of long, hard seasons to experience beautiful things. Perhaps this poem is the perfect picture of your messy life.