“Holy these Petals, Become”…worship poem from LWillows

Photograph by Esteban Rios

I marvel at my Zinnia flower’s tone,
bright with pinks’ hues, it roams like love’s koan;
abiding in joy; seasons through two…
it welcomes each morning at one with the dew.

Is it with the gift of some lightness to bear,
that flowers like this must live free and dare?
Beckoning, dancing as a heart that must bloom
in petals, with a fragrance that spreads room to room.

Seeds flecked with gold as these petals unfold,
this Zinnia is a wonder with a purpose untold.
Treasure in living with light from above,
It is turned to the Sun for all days in His Love.

As time brings the cycle of Grace to fulfill,
The Petals open to grandeur- this God’s holy til.
Earthen seeds scatter like birds in the sky
carried to burrow in an earthen nest’s near…
born again dears, they will not again die.

Marvel the joy of the weep in of the gold Sun
in that new morning when all Will shall be done.
Holy, oh holy these petals become
when the seasons of Love are all blended to One.

© 2018 Linda Willows; 2015 Linda Willows

2 Corinthians 3:18
And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.

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