Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Unfolding

Brother Thomas, my Hermit friend
noticed all of your flower pictures
and handed me this.

Unfolding the Rose

It is only a tiny rose bud,
a flower of God's design;
but I can not unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
the secret of unfolding flowers
is not known to such as I.
God opens these flowers so sweetly
when in my hands they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
this flower of God's design,
then how can I have the wisdom
to unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him(sh) for leading
each moment of my day.
I will look for gentle guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
only divinity knows.
I will trust Source to unfold the moments,
just as she unfolds the rose.

1 Comments:

At 8:03 PM, Blogger Leonie Bryant said...

The rose is a very special symbol for me Faucon, and so this poem brings such peace and reaasurance to my heart.
Thankyou

 

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