Did you know that jasmine only blooms at night?
But in the daylight…
Yearns for the sun.
S-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-s for the light.
Basks in the glory of the day.
But won’t budge a petal.
Then night falls.
And creation’s magic takes place.
He unfolds its tiny bud.
His beauty reflected in a little white flower.
He, whose blood washes us as white as snow.
As white as a fresh jasmine bloom.
Arms wide open.
Who thinks to stop and notice a little flower blooming in the middle of the night?
Whose attention is drawn?
For whose delight does the bud perform with such humility and beauty?