A delicate flower of grace and simple beauty.

Her soft scent was carried by the gentle breeze.

She was a tempting favorite among the sunning bees.

Only God noticed the slight wither of her fragile frame.

The petals she sweetly flaunted did not seem the same.

He took note of the empty space that rested beside her,

then decided He would fill it with the perfect flower.

He grasped the clouds of Earth in His powerful hands,

and laid them aside so He could survey the land.

He skipped over the daisies dancing in the meadows.

He passed up the daffodils splashed in vivid yellows.

He did not give a patch of azaleas a second glance.

Nor did He see an iris worth giving a chance.

He paused among the orchids, but none would do.

He passed over the carnations dressed in pale blue.

God desired a flower worthy of His lily's love.

One that would spend eternity in His garden above.

A blossom that was strong, yet pure and tender.

One that would bring her joy as it grew there with her.

God found the flower He wanted resting on a vine.

He gently cradled the flower, as He said, "It's time."

He delighted in the sweet scent that tickled His nose.