Heaven In A Wildflower

Heaven in a Wildflower
Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ?
Notice the wild bees, and multi-coloured butterflies galore.
These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more!
The essence and absolute beauty found deep within.
Yes! upon observation, absolute peace and fulfilment of the treasured glory of Nature.
Upon studying the innermost depths of any wilderness wildflower you find the meaning of Nature reflecting innermost beauty.
In heaven above there is absolute peace, sheer beauty and heavenly harmony.
Our Creator displays for you his grandeur of love.
In heaven you find your stored up treasures. Hence, in a wildflower
Peace and our Creator’s innermost depths of refreshing love are found.
Heaven in a wildflower!

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Preeti
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The absolute beauty of a wildflower…so rightly expressed!

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