Lord of Flowers

Lord of flowers, great and small

Display your power over all

With caress of a zestful tale

Dress your fields and forest vale

Swirl your colors all around

Twirl them in a rainbow found

Declare your fragrance in symphony

In the colorful dance of harmony

You created the rose to tickle our nose

But crowned her queen of all flowers seen

To the gentle passer-by

She points to the sky

Her secret scent of love

A gentle kiss from above

You were not crazy

When you made the daisy

For every little child

With all their hopes gone wild

Picks them and says,

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Round and round he goes

And where he stops

Who will know?

The beauty of the hyacinth

You made in a pinch

Filled her with laughter,

Color and joy

And said, “She’s a cinch!”

From the quiet little violet

To the shiest purple iris

Hushed with a deep purple hue

You speak and declare,

 “I will make all things new!”

For every heart burdened with worry

To every soul in a fit of flurry

Watch a flower never toil or spin

For God clothed it with beauty without and within

So will He not then care for you!

A Winter Land's Praise

Beauty awaits those who trust in you, O Lord

You allow my eyes to capture all your wonders

The autumn leaves wither and fall

Spinning around thither to fall

They blanket the ground

Cover it without a sound

Leave the trees naked and bare

The forest’s deep and silent share

No more rustling of the wind

 Silence resonates deep within

Yet without a word

It pleads heavenward

You, O Lord, answer

You take away the shame

Of late autumn’s name

For you bring a winter wonderland

Upon a dead and barren hinterland

With a hush all the beasts of the field

Of hill and mountain vale

The raccoon and bear

The deer and bird

Scurry home

While men, women and children

With chocolate laden mugs

In houses so snug

Await your answer

Then with a gentle command

You open the treasure house of white gold

And scatter it upon the trees, young and old

You cover them with a heavy cloak,

From evergreen pines to ancient oaks

You dress the fields in a diamond crown

That sparkles and twinkles with a star’s renown

Shall your enemies pursue?

Then you open wider your treasure house of snow

A furious squall shall rage and blow

When all is as you have planned

We as children romp and play in your diamond lit land

I wrote this poem a few years ago.  Many people for some strange reason do not appreciate the beauty of the snow.  However, God has a treasure house of snow that he deposits upon us (Job 38:22) so I say why not enjoy it?