I am the Rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
Song of Solomon 2:1
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
This page has been created as an expression
It is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile,
~~Laura Ingalls Wilder
And folks, our country, America, is in special need...pray for our government...
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves
--II Chronicles 7:14
THE ROSE...A Reflection of God's Love...
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an
unsuspecting old man.
of love...we are living in troubled times and need
to be reminded of the "little things in life"...we need to
slow down, take time to "smell the roses"...love one another...
and thank God for our blessings...
the sweet fundamental things such as love and duty,
work and rest, and living close to nature.
and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then
will I hear from Heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
Helen Keller, who from an infant was blind and deaf, and who
became a great writer and inspiration to the world, shared...
"I believe in God and the majesty of His creation...God
revealed his presence to me thru the feel and fragrance of
the gentle rose..."
...MY AWARDS...
Thank you Aileen, for this lovely award...please visit her beautiful and inspirational "Angel" page...
If this page has touched you in any way....please pass it on to your friends and family...
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