A tender flower on a vine
Only thinks of bright sunshine.
Its meditation, day by day,
Is how to grow the heavenly way.
Its goal, its aim, its race to run,
Is: growing closer to the sun.
It looks not back to view the past;
The sun is all, both first and last.
Thinks not of others, not of self,
The sunshine is its pride and wealth.
And so the fruits of this we see
When looking on its symmetry.
Its colours bold and very bright,
Because it always reached for light.
So may my life like flowers be:
No thoughts of self, of ‘I’ or ‘me’.
Lord, take my motives, self, and pride,
And may each thought on Thee abide.
– Aneta Reuter
