Flowers in the Concrete

I love when flowers grow out of cracks in the concrete

When green ivy scales a building's blank brick wall

When little pieces of God's brilliant light

push their way through the clouds of everyday life

cause' even though every possible force works,

to cut down these little joys

they still pop up,

no matter how hard feet trample,

or how much the caretaker cuts,

or how incessantly the clouds push,

they refuse to let us go through our day

without a little beauty,

They are the bright spots when we can't see any others,

the people who love us even when we don't want them to,

who poke holes in the blanket we've put over ourselves

those who are the sun in our bleak and dreary day

so thank you,

to my daisy that forces its way through an almost non-existent crack in the sidewalk

I love you so infinitely,

that I can only pray to be,

a flower in the concrete