Trust in Him

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Little Plant (Poem)

A precious seed,
Hidden in the womb.
Growing steadily,
Preparing to bloom.

Beautiful and sweet,
A tiny green seedling.
Born from its chest,
Of God's precious ring.

Growing and nourished,
By Heaven's delicate food.
A young budding flower,
Begins to make its bloom.

Firm and strong,
Loveliness in prime of strife.
The little flower, carefully caressed,
Is moved to its new life.

A soil sweet,
Where rain falls clear.
Its roots stretch wide,
The beloved is near.

It's leaves fresh in the sun,
It's bloom bright and warm,
St. Francis' little plant,
Lives now with the Son.

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