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Deep in the jungle remote
A
wild orchid grows free
It’s petals spread in delicate
glory
With a pure beauty of whitish
pink
A
sweet scent sent down from heaven
Completes this ideal creation
The only flaw is it’s
location
For this flower will never be
seen
It’s stunning perfection
Never glorified
Too far off the beaten path
Just no way to get to the spot
The
flower lives out it’s life
Alone and unappreciated
Is it real? Does it even
exist?
How do we believe what we can
not see?
We be so empirically stubborn!
Demanding proof intellectually
When all we need do is trust
our hearts,
A secure depository for
beauty
Belief brings the flower to life
Faith sustains the memory
If you don’t believe in
anything
Then all you have is nothing
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