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Life Lessons
Life Lessons
Irridescent yellow
Worn by daffodils
Flaunting color in dead grass
As the early morning chills,
Hyacinths of purple,
Tulips many-hued,
Stand in grand attention
Row on row in beds I choose.
The fields are grey and sombre
But the bulbs beneath the sod,
Don't know that winter's ugly.
They take their cue from God.
And just when cold winds linger
With such bleakness everywhere,
The bulb that's been there all along
Bursts through with brilliant flair.
It makes me think of Jesus.
He said, "I'll not forsake..."
But oft' times I admit it,
It looks as if He's late.
The worries and the sorrows,
Seem to steal my joy and song,
But they burst forth with His sweet touch,
And He's been there all along.
Very nice, as usual.
I love it when the flowers apear just at the end of winter.
kat