Going through the Physical or Emotional pains of life is truly a daunting task. When at times even normal life looks like a luxury, we often tend to figure out what went wrong and find ways to mend the broken mind or the body..here is a beautiful thought that captures the moods of the mind and and may be gives a cue to heal our inner self..Read on till the very end..and do reflect back your comments....(this is a Poem by Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey )
The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement,"Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower,and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn- not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it;here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
No vibrant colors: orange,yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it,or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower and replied. "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver;tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times
I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man
