You arrived in May
A late Spring flower,
Cherished, delicate and ready to blossom.
You were not just some ordinary flower
But a special one,
Handpicked by the Master Himself.
But in the weeks that lay ahead
They neglected you,
And your radiance began to fade.
By August you should have been in full bloom,
That's when flowers flourish ...
Isn't it?
But instead you lay broken,
And I was broken too.
I still have a precious flower.
It is the same but different from the first
Paradoxical as it may seem.
This bloom is equally as precious to me!
Broken flowers take time to heal,
So do the gardeners that tend them.
But both the flower and the gardener have a creator
Who is wiser and stronger than they.
One day you will bloom,
You will be whole again and legs that never walked
Will run and skip ...
For of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Until then, I will tend to you daily
And lovingly watch you grow.
I will appreciate your beauty
And drink in the scent of your smile.
For, you are more than the world to me.
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How does one put into words the impact such a piece makes upon them.? It seems all too often and in God's infinite wisdom, that in our lack He bestows upon us the richest of all blessings. To remove the human perception of unfairness is to also remove that blessing. You have been given many gifts; the deep love for your daughter and your precious testimony are two that have blessed my heart- thank you! - Nancy
Deborah,
What a beautiful love grows in your garden! God's heart waters it and it flourishes. Our children are flowers, the broken, the trampled, or those seemingly untouched by sorrow. They are a fragrant bouquet before the eyes of the Father...and we forget sometimes, that God does not see as we see. He sees the 'child' standing whole before His throne. And He pours out all His love and blessing on each flower as it grows here, for He savors the sweet fragrance that fills His heart with joy!
Your poem touched me ... deeply ... Deborah ... it flowed with life. Your daughter has a very, very special mother. May you draw upon the Gardener's strength daily as you tend His precious garden.
