You didn’t say a thing
As I gazed at you
Petal of virgin
Pink, gold, purple, blue
Delicate miracle
Sweetening the breeze
Of red, periwinkle
Intricacies
I am dumb-founded
As I study each gem
Unfolded from emerald
Leaves on a stem
Dazzling in beauty
And none that is greater
Each designed perfectly
By its Creator
You didn’t say a thing
As I studied your face
But I heard the whispering
Of God’s wonder and grace
© Janet Martin
There is no 'fairest of them all' in God's flower-garden.
He created each of us just as He intended!
He created each of us just as He intended!
Gorgeous poem. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank-you Mosk.
ReplyDelete"there is no fairest-of-them-all in God's flower-garden." i love that, even though it wasn't really a part of the poem. but the poem is beautiful, too. x
ReplyDeleteDana, thank-you so much...I appreciate that you liked that...it was sort of a metaphoric inspiration for this poem as I studied the flowers each perfectly created... Just like us, huh? (even though we might argue that sometimes-wink:)
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day!