In a Field of Flowers
Little bluebells dancing in the gentle breeze.
Don’t go near the daisies, or you may sneeze.
Blow the dandelions, what time is it?
Come with me and on the bench, you sit.
See the leaves with morning’s dew.
See the sunflower that waits for few.
Smell the sweet scent of roses, blossoming,
Smell the grassy green of tulips, flourishing.
Take a walk, admire the flowers in the light.
Wait for dark, see the primrose bloom at night.
‘Tis the Night Wind Calling
Soft and sweet is the gentle breeze
That blows away a toddler’s sneeze.
Blades of leaves, their joy proclaimed
Until darkness, only sadness exclaimed.
‘Tis the night wind calling.
Waves crashing gently, trees swaying.
Kids with giggled faces are playing.
Nighttime arrives, still, the beach is windy,
The little ones go back with faces, moody.
‘Tis the night wind calling.
If only
If only I could smile and laugh all day,
with not a single doubt for today.
If only I could run in sidewalk puddles,
without falling and scraping my knees.
If only I could live in a world with peace
When countries’ raging war will cease.
If only she could turn back time
and return the old lady her dime.
If only he could undo his mistake,
but God’s warnings, he did forsake.
If only he had chosen to see and believe,
but a soul with no hope, it causes grief.
If only we could win every game we played,
Oh! Forgive us for being selfish, we prayed.
If only we could be somewhere in the sky;
be free like the eagle and soar up high.
If only we would learn to trust in Him, alone,
Lord, Jesus, who is sitting in Heaven’s throne.
If only we would remember his sacrifice,
His blood, for our freedom, would suffice.
Photo credits:
https://www.swordofthespirit.net/bulwark/april2018p26.htm