I recently found some beautiful, simple flowers growing out of my basil plants, and those little blooms brought me such joy. They were an unexpected gift atop my basil. Yes, I’ve seen flowers grow from basil before, and yes, I know that I must prune those flowers away for the healthy basil to grow. But I still experienced such a joy from them, especially in knowing that I did not plant those flowers but simply got to witness them in their simplicity and beauty. So often, I forget I have a Maker, a gardener of my soul, growing his beauty in and around me, doing a work only he can do.
I was so thankful for their blooming appearance, that I wrote a short poem about them.
I planted basil in a bright green pot
Amongst greens and lettuces for salad
And right beside the sweet potato plot.
What great potential in that green basil!
As the green basil flourished wide and tall
I’d pluck a sprig to flavor and savor.
Even hung some stems to dry on the wall
So come winter I’d still reap my labor.
That basil was grown for use and good smell
Planted for purpose and a tending ease
Though that bright shade of green made sweet tears swell,
I thought that basil had no more to seize.
But flow’rs grew top that basil one morning,
Beauty I did not plant now adorning
