The language of flowers and the cycle of shame.

Shames highway...hiding, withdrawal and isolation

leading to where  pride is found. 

Self righteousness declaring it's own way, winding into judgment's gate where bitterness and accusation await. 

Tiring out, arriving at the threshold of surrender and sorrow, hearts weighed down.

 Passing back into shame town. Dead ended road, looping around and around...

Until grace and mercy flowing, washing, placing a new crown 

.Opening the entrance to paths rich in humility, where peace and love abounds.