Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Flower in the Crainned Wall

Flower in the Crannied Wall

I pluck you out of the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,

Little flower—but if I could understand

What you are, root and all, all in all,

I should know what God and man is.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson ~

Two recent flowers I found in crannied "walls" during my morning walk near Atlanta.



Clint said...

Excellent. And are not all of us---frail and weak human beings that we are---just like those clinging plants hanginig on for dear life in the crannied walls of our existence. Very deep subject, and one that we should ponder always.

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Carol Blackburn said...

Great shots, Cindy. Isn't it amazing how something will grow like that.

Shelly said...

This is such an important metophor in life. I love your photos, as always! The poem is perfect.

Nova said...

Great pics and I am always wondering how these little plants can grow there.

Have a beautiful day dear Cindy