and sometimes i like it & i relish the feeling of my secret superpower as i feel myself to be...
& then there are other times -
where i want to be seen -
as my Father walks along the mountain path,
and i grow - a wildflower - along the path's rugged edge.
Pluck me from this rocky soil, Jesus -
Carry me as i drink in your Goodness -
take what small amount of fleeting beauty i have -