I think of all the wildflowers growing in the fields, so many colors and sizes and shapes, and it makes me think of all the hours in the day, that we pick like these flowers to give to each other in a love-bouquet.
There are daisies like little wheels of white, surrounding a center of bright yellow, like all the words of love that surround our hearts each day, lifting our spirits without saying a word.
There are carnations of all colors, bright puffs of fragrance and light, their ruffled petals unfold day after day - they seem to last a very long time like all the prayers for each other that we say.
Tiny violets are there, so tiny but so bright, lending their gentle colors of lavender and purple, their petals so soft they're hardly noticed but so important, like a touch of a hand, or a kiss to say 'I'm thinking of you.'
Each day I gather up a new bouquet to give to you...bringing an armful of love, colors so bright and brand new...and I tuck inside the bunches of flowers, my heart full of love so true, and put them in your hands as a tiny token of how I feel, a visible representation of how very much I love you!
The wonderful thing, is that we live in this meadow, flowers blooming just for us all around, blooms of love and trust, hope and dreams nodding there, just waiting for us to pick a bouquet for each day.
I thank God each day for this wonderful place, the new joy that fills every hour and minute anew, for the love that I have and the love I have to give, the wonder of this love I share with you!
For now, I wake up to the most beautiful fields of flowers, none of them planted by the hands of men, but blankets of wildflowers... a gift from my Beloved. One day, I know by faith, the substance of things hoped for, that I will share my bouquets with someone special... just like you do. Wonderful!