Unlikely Beauty

Lucette had picked a branch of cherry blossoms to adorn our living room. It sat in a vase and charmed us until it was just too tired to do so anymore.

As I went to dispose of the branch, I noticed how exquisite the wilted blossoms were. Like little fairy dresses from a bygone era. Such beauty in that which has grown weary.

The reminder was timely. Weariness reveals itself in time and age, yes. But also in effort, hope, heartbreak, patience, sadness, even love. However, beauty is not lost in weariness. It just takes on a different form. Quiet, a little fragile perhaps, but if one is willing to adjust the gauge ... beautiful indeed.

You gave abundant showers, O God;
you refreshed your weary inheritance.
Psalm 68:9