The Blessing


The Blessing

A flower grows inside your heart

Its stem rises from the soil – strong and withers not in the rain and rooted so that even the wind does not break it.

A mighty garden arises inside your soul

A different flower, a tulip, a rose

A different plant an Ivey

The angels of the heaven look down upon you

Like a masterpiece an oil on canvass, so to shall your life be