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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.
Jess,
The flow, the imagery, I felt as though I was sitting on your soulder as you visioned the change of seasons and the turmoil that comes with illness as with winter. You are a very loving person to grant your sister the privacy she asks for. And yes, God is with you both always. Linda
As always, a lovely poem, well written and easy to read. Always a pleasure to read your work. And I will remember you sister in prayer.