Heaven in a Wild Flower
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Came across these on Picapp, another of WordPress’s new features.
Death Valley…through the cracked earth of the desert, these vibrant petals somehow bursted through, spilling their hues with wild abandon. Wild flowers are so beautiful. There is nothing prissy or pristine about them. They brace the merciless elements and bend to nature’s demands with seemingly meek obedience, but at the first sign of peace, they spring forward with all their life and force and colors. There is no miscalculation. They patiently await their turn…and then passionately seize the moment.
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This reminds me of Blake’s “Auguries of Innocence”:
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.