Ever wonder why we're here
On this planet, breathing this air?
Just taking up space?
Taking it in or passing it up?
The precious, the momentous, the invisible.
Are we missing it?
What am I doing?
Am I supposed to be doing something different, better, bigger?
If I am, I can't.
Not on my own.
All I can ever do is what God lays before me so clearly
that I cannot walk a different path.
That's what I'm doing here.
For now, I'm making flowers
and giving them away.
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