Outside the moon lights the sky,
Often hidden by clouds,
That is hidden by the leaves on the trees.
I still see the moon shining.

I see it, as it is a part of me.
The petals on the flowers are blooming
Morning glories, hydrangea, and lilies,
All ready to greet the first morning light
With their blossoms and scent.

They do more than I do in the very early morning hours.
Why in this human form, do I wander lost and crying?
Mother, You are all around me, in everything I see.
Examples of your Selflessness, your abundance of love,
Is seen in the smallest and grandest of creation.

In me, I struggle to shine even the smallest amount of light.
I struggle to give the scent of the flower you planted me to be.

I offer you my heart. Please make it Your rose.
I offer You my hands. Please help me to always comfort anyone in need.
I offer You my life. Please help me to uncover the clouds that hide it.
Please let me shine; humbly shine, every moment, for all time.

by Lasita – Angela Gilbert