Yesterday, me and Lillian were walking to my new favorite coffee shop
when this image above, just stopped me in my tracks.
I bent down low to frame and capture the blooms speak.
My standing tall perspective didn’t do it.
The blooms spoke out loud and in living color.
The blooms spoke in concert with one another.
And, do you see it?
There is just one plant yet to bloom.
There is just one plant yet to burst open in brightness.
There is just one plant, whose bloom, has yet to see the darkness
There is just one plant still dependent on the light to bloom bright.
It ain’t about the many but the ONE and his name is Jesus.