The Miracle of the Flowers

By Estelle E. Goulet

Spring called to me to come and see
The life-force green of grass and tree
The brilliant sky of blue so blue
To hold me spellbound in its hue
The wind was strong, yet soft and warm
And sang to me its sweet spring song
But the treasured prize of this golden day
Were the flowers in their gay display
The bold, gold jonquils rang their bells
And the sun-filled buttercup cast their spell
Over meadows filled with primrose shy
That looked like bits of fallen sky
All color shades from perfect petal birth
The Master strokes this canvas we call earth
We doubt His love? We fools should weep
For when God sows His Glory,
He spreads it at our feet!

In Loving Memory of Estelle E. Goulet
August 22, 2009