If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done for it, without hiding any of its gifts. It would not, under the pretext of humility, say that it was not pretty, or that it had not a sweet scent, that the sun had withered its petals, or the storm bruised its stem, if it knew that such were not the case.”
― Thérèse de Lisieux
Story of a Soul: The Autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux
Bold as it might be to contradict Thérèse, it seems to me that even if the sun had withered its petals, or the storm bruised its stem, the rose would still be beautiful.
Strange November: So many leaves on the trees around my house are still green, and the roses just keep coming.
If a little flower could speak, perhaps it would speak of #hope.