(dedicated to all of my spiritual sisters worldwide)
Did you know that Jesus has hands?
Though holey palms bear witness of our sins
(And still they cup new seeds)
Though holy, only-begotten, Papa's right-hand man
(And still they humble themselves
that those seeds may take root)
that those seeds may take root)
Though wholly existing without the womb of a woman
(And still solely able to paint our fields blood red).
Is the color of a battleground
That against all odds yields a crimson camellia army.
Her faith reach the root shoot up to the stigma,
(It is here the bees meet their match
Smothered in wax, now ready to be reborn.)
"She is clothed with strength and splendor";
Every petal and peduncle breathing testimony to this truth.
The weeds, the shovel, the creeping weevil and the hoe
All conspiring to kill
All aspiring to know:
Who would win the war,
The bomb or the bud?
Well, it's the camellia, of course.
And what's more,
Well, it's the camellia, of course.
And what's more,
The middlemist red shoots her pistil into the sky.
ABOUT: The Middlemist Red Camellia. "Surviving the twists and turns of history, climates of different continents and even bombings, these meaningful rarest camellias can definitely serve as a vivid lesson for the human race." -Arena Flowers India
Proverbs 31
ABOUT: The Middlemist Red Camellia. "Surviving the twists and turns of history, climates of different continents and even bombings, these meaningful rarest camellias can definitely serve as a vivid lesson for the human race." -Arena Flowers India
Proverbs 31
