For the Love of Flowers

I know the beauty of our Lord
By all His wondrous works out-poured
The intricate and rare design
Of blue-bell, rose and columbine
The leaf that bursts from wooded bud
The shower that spawns an emerald flood
As out across each hill and plain
The muddy dross is green again
The bird returning to its nest
No map to point it east or west
The earth no more a dormant plot
As daisy and forget-me-not
Clothe the wood-lot and the dell
Where yesterday the snowflakes fell
As hope and flower blooms anew
In spring-time’s sun-kissed avenue
I know the beauty of the Lord
As seed springs from a soil restored
Where thankful gardeners hug the sod
And the handiwork of God

The Beauty of the Lord ~ written by Janet Martin

"I'd rather have roses on my table 

than diamonds on my neck." 

~ Emma Goldman ~

"A morning-glory at my window satisfies me 

more than the metaphysics of books." 

~ Walt Whitman ~

"With daffodils mad footnotes for the spring,

And asters purple asterisks for autumn."

~ Conrad Aiken, Preludes for Memnon, 1930 ~

"I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers."  

~ Claude Monet ~