Is it the color or the light?
Is it the soft or gentle?
Is it inward or outward?
All the pretty things, are unfadable, untouchable and transcendent.
You may not always see me but the truer portion of my heart will always be behind you.
If I took the time to think about it, “It” would pass me by. For “It” finds me before I even sought to look.
The Word, are seeds and our bodies are the soil. How we treat our bodies and the bodies of others, with respect, discipline and value in the gifts of our body, will exercise our ability to distinguish weeds posing as flowers.