Wildflower

By Semira Dikova 

Photo by Semira Dikova

Tiny and weak, 

a radiant color of red -

a wildflower took my breath.

A wildflower… yes,

a fragile little thing.

I cannot help but envy it.

Patient, between dirt 

and asphalt cracks it stands,

fearless in beauty, 

trusting our Lord.

How warm and bright life must be 

for a wildflower - 

touched by light, 

swayed by the wind.

Its petals sparkle;

Is screams in a flare -

as if mocking my despair…

My soul feels heavy,

for I have read the news:

Mankind,

my kind,

my sins.

The sky is forgiving,

for you and for me,

yet sometimes the sun,

is too hard to reach.

Life, a blessed present, 

gifted by our Lord alone.

And each life,

as tiny as yours, little wildflower,

is worth praying for.

But my kind, mankind,

we sometimes get lost on our way.

As far as:

 to steal blessed presents in vain.

Wildflower,

I heard children cry,

while men in suits justify crime.

Many wars, and more to come,

Lord be with us! Have mercy on us!

„Absurd,“ O wildflower,

you may think.

We have been here before,

but sins were there then,

just as are now.

And the world is changing, as He said.

The news today weighed heavy,

on my sinning heart. 

But remember, little wildflower:

„And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: 

see that ye be not troubled: 

for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.“ Matthew 24:6

 

WILDFLOWER

By Semira Dikova