“There’s something about
the flower that grows
through the rocks, the
pavement; through logs and
stone or brick walls… all
roses are beautiful; but the
rose that emerges
unexpectedly through the
asphalt has a beauty of soul.
The flower that reaches
through the brokenness of
the wall has a beauty of
spirit. You stop to look and
not only to look but to
cherish! Somewhere along
its journey, it decided that it
would reach for what was
unseen, keep going in the
direction of something that
wasn’t felt, it decided that it
would be. That it would
become. And it did. And
there is something
irreplaceable about that.” …read more