Just One

One sunny bud

In the middle of a field

Seems inconsequential

Reflecting golden light

All alone.

A little yellow flower 

Could feel a bit blue

Considering its own worthlessness,

But for the field to glow

With the glory of heaven

That particular flower must sway in the breeze 

With a host of golden beauties.

Without each single, significant flower

We would just see blades of grass.

Night Glory

I stand in the darkness but not alone

The song of the night is my friend;

Nestled near and all around

Voices croon sweet lullabies.

And in the inky blackness

I am not so afraid

For you beam brightness

On my boughs

And reflect a quiet peace.

The source of your radiance is unseen

But in time we shall behold

His glory.