Somewhere in the middle of his sermon, he lost me. Today's topic focused on our personal search for world peace. While listening to the words, my eyes looked outside the glass doors and caught sight of a red hibiscus fluttering in the morning breeze.
This solitary red bloom looked stylish, almost sexy, and out of place in our church courtyard. I thought about the poor little thing trying to survive winter, while brazenly showing off outside this sacred structure. Rain had beat down the previous evening, and now she wanted to open up, desperate for the sun that danced in and out from behind tiny, white, clouds. A bird sat in her branches and a hummingbird tried to poke its tiny beak into the middle of the swinging flower. I thought about the wind, the rain, the frosty mornings and those intrusive birds, perhaps bugs, constantly invading her space. So bold and wickedly beautiful against the green background, the clay-colored walls.... Yet,despite some frayed edges, she looked determined, and quite happy to be alive. Entranced, I watched as warm rays landed on the tropical petals and leaves, creating a ruby-like sparkle that finally brought my wandering eyes back to the front of the massive congregation. All right, he didn’t lose me completely, and though I felt guilty for staring outside, I realized that we are not the only ones wanting the warmth and solace offered by peace.