The Messenger
Look out across
the massive field of
red bulbous tulips,
the same two foot tall structures
row after row.
And you,
lone tulip,
head held
one blossom
higher than
the others.
You,
face tilted
heavenward,
soaking in
God’s secret messages,
and piping them
to the earth.
You,
His messenger,
Remember this
When the sun
beats upon
your tiny shoulders
and you grow
weary of
it’s weight,
may you
find
the strength
to last
a little longer,
for the world needs your healing power.
December 7, 2014 at 7:42 pm
Simply Beautiful!
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December 7, 2014 at 10:12 pm
Thank you Andy! :0)
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December 8, 2014 at 6:14 am
Hi Marie, beautiful photo and lovely poem.
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December 8, 2014 at 8:19 am
Thank you so much Elizabeth. My sister took the photo. I should have put that in the post!
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December 16, 2014 at 6:01 am
A precious poem!
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December 18, 2014 at 8:11 pm
Awww…thanks!
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