Like a Fragile Flower

Quietly the sun rises through the woods, giving me time to reflect on the world. Looking off into the branches of time, I wonder where life has quickly gone. I remember my childhood days of climbing the hills and running into the valley of flowers. What I wouldn’t do to return to a world where Shwinns was the fastest way to find our friends!

I often sit alone with my coffee and reminisce over the smell of its grounds. I would love to see the neighbors who undoubtedly have gone to be with Jesus in heaven. Oh, the younger years I took for granted! They can never be replaced, but in my solitude of living color are the names of the smiles I so profoundly remember.

But, I understand, now, it is our Father who grants us the privilege of recollecting memories. I guess everyone has that incurable desire to go back in time and recall our beginnings. I know some may not agree with me, but it’s okay to disagree, for we’ve all conquered our own adolescence.

Our powerful and almighty God, in all His awesomeness, handles us like a fragile flower. It is written in 1 Peter 1:24, “For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,” So we sit in our own little world, cecum to the fact we are here because of His higher plan. And so God says we are to be born and live as prescribed by our heavenly Father.

We are part of His magnificent imagery. Where there was once a seed in the fertile soil, there is a blossom because of Christ. He comforts His fragile flowers thriving amongst the splintered branches. Even in the blowing winds and stressful times, He quenches His chosen ones.

In the circle of life, the petals eventually fade, and God cuts some lives shorter than others. Mourning the delicate flower which once stood tall for all to admire, we hold on to the cherished remembrances.

“For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.”  Psalm 103:14-15

Like a fragile flower, the beauty of Christ and His Word bestows upon us the hope for a better future in heaven. View your memories through the gospel, and you will surely witness God’s grace at work. The experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for our future work with the heavenly Father.

Never miss another message or Newsletter! Sign up today to receive my messages and Newsletter in your email and with no obligation. Click HERE!


Take this flower home

Take this flower which
I am offering you,
As a sign of my love for you;
The love
That fills my heart
Is as sweet as the nectar
That pulls the bees;
As this flower shines,
So does my heart shine.

Look at the red!
That is exactly the color
Of the love in my heart
For you.
It’s so bright and beautiful.
The flower is all for you
As my heart is all for you;
Why don’t you take it home?
And each time you glance at it,
Remember me;

Take it home;
And think of me whenever
You see it;
And wherever you go,
Take it along;
Mine is a love that never dies;
So plant the seeds to grow
And blossom;
It’s a wonderful unending love
I have for you.
This flower, by its beauty
Is a clear sign of that love;
Though it may wither
And dry up, but not my love
For you.
It will live for ever.
Burn forever;
And glow forever.
Sweet like honey for ever.

Flower love

Our love was flower love
Not root or trunk love;
Like a flower,
It bloomed
With shouting beauty;
Was admired by everyone
Who saw it;
Even the birds and bees
Saw the beauty of it
And not only admired
But hoped from one
Flower to another
To savor it’s nectar;
But flower that it was,
The beauty did not last;
It was but shortlived;
And withered and died;
Is it thus true?
That sweet things
Don’t last for long?
So was our love;
Flower love.
Here now and blooming,
Gone tomorrow, no trace.

Nature photos & Mirapuri Impressions by Mirakali (Part 7)

Selection (7) of photos by Mirakali showing various nature impressions from Mirapuri, the City of Peace and Futureman in Europe (Italy)

Follow Mirakali Montecrossa on Instagram:

Mirakali Homepage – Music, videos, photos, art and more:

Way in the hills in Mirapuri

Yellow Flower

Misty Scenery

Find here on this website much more posts about Mirakali’s art & music:

Find great songs and videos by Mirakali on the Michel Montecrossa Blog: