These poems about flowers speak of their beauty and their fragility.
We start with a very short poem about a rose, The Rose.
the words of the poet David King, the flower invites us to root
ourselves in who we are, rather than wishing to be further ahead on our spiritual journey of trust.
Doubt is normal. Faith will come.
This poem provoked an unusual amount of comment and praise and I have included some of the comments here. (Comments are now closed).
In The Flower the fragility of a flower brings the poet into the present moment.
And in the last of these spiritual poems about flowers, the arrival of The Blossom is seen by the poet as an invitation to remember through the winters of our own lives that This Too Will Pass.
The poet finds the spiritual beauty of God and nature in the fragility of a flower.
We are not here for long so let us claim our beauty...
I am a flower
I live only for the hours
during which time I shower
with fragrance my surrounds.
I am a flower
I live only for the hour
let me empower
your presence with my vibrant life.
Through my brief days
I am kissed by the suns rays
and lovingly by the wind caressed.
How wonderfully am I blessed.
I am a sculptured chalice for the rain,
I know no pain,
for I am rooted deep in the rich sod,
the outer substance of God.
In this last of the spiritual poems about flowers, the arrival of the blossom is taken by the poet as a sign of hope that This Too Can Pass, whether it be the physical winter or the times of scarcity in our own lives...
by Norma (Whitley Bay, UK)
a poem about spirituality and trees
The blossom sings in scented wafts,
arrayed in many splendid hues.
All of nature cheers with delight
at this magnificent mass on view.
The sleeping trees are fully awake,
the sky clears to smile on the earth.
Blossom - innocence of life's renewal,
abundance, celebration, rebirth.
The air itself dances with light,
soft breezes calling 'come and see',
Sleepy flowers push back their covers,
laughing gaily at the joy of the tree.
The blossom leads the dance of spring–
vibrantly thriving and strong.
All of nature’s beauty breaks through,
to lend its voice to life's rich song.
Mankind fells life's dance in his soul,
as winter’s bleak months are shaken.
Human hearts thrill to the sights and scents
as memories of past springs reawaken.
Hopes and dreams are remembered again,
gentler days have returned, life's much kinder.
Winter's bleak, barren months have past,
Soft, sweet blossom is the gentle reminder.
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