The Lovely Field of Flowers

Thought:

Do you find that people in the world around us have lost the true meaning of what it means to be beautiful?  At times advertisements, television, movies and magazines leave us feeling that if we don’t wear a particular piece of clothing, jewelry, make-up or hair style that we are to be listed as unfit to walk about on the Earth.  These false views of beauty have people searching in all the wrong places to be beautiful.

Take flowers for instance.  They don’t go to the store to buy their colors, and appearance.  It comes naturally and they don’t seek to alter how they look or complain that need a different shade than what they are, to do the job they were created to do.  Even if some of the petals fall off their stems, they are still beautifully gifted.  I don’t think in principle, too many bees are particular about on which flower they will visit, because it is what the flower has “inside” (pollen) that attracts the bees.  Even as they stand alone in the fields, without the aid of advertisement, television, etc., we enjoy their beauty and the bees and other insects enjoy the benefits also.

Shouldn't our value be based on what we are “made of” rather than what we look like?  People are attracted to those who have fine qualities that help them see what they really have to offer.  It is not the clothes they wear that are important, but it should be the fact that they are caring, respectful and kind to others.  What they have inside them will determine the really beauty people see when they interact with them.

What about you?  How do you rate the “beauty” of another person?  Share your thoughts with us...Jeanne Claire Probst

Poem:  The Lovely Field of Flowers

I stood before a lovely field of flowers,

In the warmth of the daylight hours,

And as I stand among the blues and reds,

My heart and soul, with peace is fed.

The flowers don’t care that they are not the same,

They don’t care if we know them by their names,

They just do the job they were meant to do,

Even when they stand unprotected in the fields in which they grew.

You can pick them if you want, but they will last longer on their stems,

They have no bank accounts, yet they are as rich as the value all of Earth’s gems.

They share what they have liberally,

They stand together for all to see.

So when I was standing in the field of red and blue flowers,

These words came to my head and I found strength in their power.

I came to realize that like these flowers, I too have beauty within,

And I continued to walk among the flowers so that together we would blend in.

Jeanne Claire Probst