I love, no,
I love love flowers.
Maybe because they’re fragile, easily blown away by the wind –
and I empathize with them.
Maybe because they’re beautiful –
and I appreciate beauty.
But on a deeper level,
their very existence shows that while not useful
in the strictly utilitarian sense
(unlike corn and wheat),
these fragile beauties occupy a place in God’s creation:
a reminder that things need not be purely practical.
Beauty’s not a waste – not if it comes from the Source of all beauty.