The Messenger

Look out across

the massive field of

red bulbous tulips,

the same two foot tall structures

row after row.

And you,

lone tulip,

head held

one blossom

higher than

the others.

You,

face tilted

heavenward,

soaking in

God’s secret messages,

and piping them

to the earth.

You,

His messenger,

Remember this

When the sun

beats upon

your tiny shoulders

and you grow

weary of

it’s weight,

may you

find

the strength

to last

a little longer,

for the world needs your healing power.