flowers in transition...their beauty...remains...as penned word...in passing.
Flowers in the planter boxes...yellow...waver slightly in the warm breeze this afternoon...as if in excited conversation...one to another...full bloom...sharing their experiences together...and their beauty with us.
If only to understand the language of floral souls...would be such a welcome gift of creation.
Could it be the flowers...also have a place...when they too...have crossed over into the next world?
Is it that their spirit guides...also give them knowledge of light...for the brightnesss of this day confirms their happiness.
No question...that their be flowers in the heavens...amongst the multitudes of wings and haloes.
What an exquisite surprise it will be to walk across the rainbow bridge and see all that is waiting for us. Beautifully expressed sentiments.
It is good to see you again…
Could it be that flowers...also have a place...when they too...have crossed over into the next world?
I believe they do John, as does all else. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on August 25, 2007
Dear John, what beautiful thoughts you've
expressed in this delightful poem, well done! Blesings, Holly
Reviewed by Nancy Meeks (Reader)
Reviewed on August 24, 2007
I love yellow flowers-daisies in particular so this poem has caught my attention! So often when I water my garden early in the morning I've thought of these flowers as still sleeping as they were not open to the morning yet...I thought to myself, well you'll all be awake soon enough...when the breeze comes I can see a whole hill of white flowers swaying back and forth almost laughing in the wind. Great poem John, a lot of food for thought :-)
I like this sentiment--there is truth to it. Original.
I've come to believe all Nature has a soul (expcept maybe rocks)-- certainly always felt Trees to be sentinent. Soul is a matter of dregree not kind. You've got me thinking--last poem I read of yours was totally unusual thoughts too.
And these flowers never will wilted and its perfumes never waning.
I am sure that the Lord would had the insight of spare the roses to have thorns in respect for His Son.
Yes, the name would be right...the gardens of heaven.
Thanks for your poem and your faith.
Georg
How very beautiful and ethereal! I believe all of God's creation can communicate to each other, if we truly believe and are open to it, we will hear more than we ever thought possible. Alos all creation is sacred to God and theerfore will live eternally,as He said it would.
Thank you for sharing !
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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I believe they do John, as does all else. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
expressed in this delightful poem, well done! Blesings, Holly
I've come to believe all Nature has a soul (expcept maybe rocks)-- certainly always felt Trees to be sentinent. Soul is a matter of dregree not kind. You've got me thinking--last poem I read of yours was totally unusual thoughts too.
I am sure that the Lord would had the insight of spare the roses to have thorns in respect for His Son.
Yes, the name would be right...the gardens of heaven.
Thanks for your poem and your faith.
Georg
Now that would be truly marvelous, John.
Thank you for sharing !
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