the thing is

I don't remember whose house it was

or why I was there

all I remember is

the fragrance coming in the windows

getting stronger as night fell

and for once shy little me

didn't care about all the strangers

or being tired

or hungry

all I cared about was finding out what it was

and filling my lungs with its scent

never cared for roses -

"too strong" I always said -

but here was a flower that permeated the room

and I loved it

moonflower

my flower

perking up when the sun went down

just like me

and even more now

I want to be like my moonflower

blooming in the stillness

bringing the fragrance of Christ

to those in darkest night

maybe that means

I'll always be on the sidelines of the party

I don't know

but maybe there are some kinds of beauty

that are actually worth the sacrifice.