To my dear sister in Christ,
I happened to find a tiny, little flower in the remote forest.
My dear, I know that you are living
in a small, obscure and restricted place.
<Yes, and I don't have freedom to move.>
You are barely standing,
by your little, sensitive root
and your slender, delicate stem.
<So, I plead you, o rough winds, stay away from me.>
O, how beautiful you are!
Your whole tiny presence is a living reflection
of the indescribable beauty of our Creator.