My Sisters

My sisters, you come in many colors
each with a shape and beauty all its own
like flowers in a garden
who can say which is best?

Tiny flaws are swallowed up by
massive beauty
The more you look
the more is uncovered
revealing delicate softness
covered with thick stalks
and some times thorns

We grow hardness without
to protect the vulnerability within

The flower dies all too soon
but in the spring
a new bud will form on a sturdy stalk
a new beauty yet to blossom
and share its God-given splendor
with the world.

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