I realized the one mini-rose bush I had
didn't survive last years septic-tank replacement...
I miss it, but bloom-beauty flourished this summer
(even though none are roses)
because of abundant rainfall!
Likewise, whatever kind of flower we are,
May we bloom where we are planted today!
Even if we feel a bit blight-battered and beetle-nibbled...
Our Father who art in Heaven,
With whatever You have granted
With what we are called to do
May we bloom where we are planted
With hearts humble, kind and true
Desiring to honour You
May we, with earnest endeavor
Not serve Want’s indulgent thirst
But renew desire's fervor
To put You and others first
Let life’s bud with Beauty burst
In the dirt of hurt and heartache
Where thorns prick and interpose
Bid we do our part to partake
Of the grace Your hand bestows
So, the thorns may wear a rose
© Janet Martin