To serve as a sub title I would call this antidote presented in a flowered bouquet first of flowers then Thoughts that are found in such gifts of treasured beauty an antidote in the central theme of my life
Trying to give any and all relief from pain and suffering if nothing else it will serve as a brief distraction As you read unfortunately we can only win small victories but anything to help just possibly it will make A crack that will lead to understanding and more winning can occur
The gold bejeweled lives I have known they the towers the earth’s perennial flowers they were the all Consuming hours of my life others view life conceptually one part is a stone wall that grows the figwort
With the other English Ivy Hedera the first has the notation of growing in old ruins here Is the represented tendrils of the heart ever growing ever showing a map of feelings ether joyful or
Tragic within their sinew your strengths and weakness are displayed yes they are hidden to the natural Eye but in quiet conversation they reveal themselves in the loveliest ways they are rhythmic waves that
Flow over those that we love instilling in them our secret otherwise unknown selves then now I would Like to present the main body of this piece what are the first words women say when they receive
Flowers how lovely is their words for this to happen their heavenly Father stood before this blue globe And spoke to the wayward wind my desire is to make an unquestionable quality that will be the very
Essence from where its fragrance is derived he told the wind go and do my bidding instantly the wind Split into four parts from that time till now it is called and said gather from the four winds in obedience
To the master one part rushed down and felt the tearing of mountain peaks it screamed with delight And pain it soothed itself by quietly passing over knolls that stood on lonely hill tops then through vales
And valleys it made progress looked across the great span of earth to see what its kindred brothers and Sisters were finding in its drift and wonderings it noticed one was awaking the wild African world then it
Turned and whirled as it picked up the scent of Africa’s coffee fields instinctively it knew where it must Go next to the southern tobacco fields it delighted in the pungent promise where in parlors ever so
Humble the tiny pleasurable string like smoke would lay on the air and from a great distance far from This domestic scene it could see its fellow kiss and roll across the earth’s great rivers the Nile and its
Rectangular pyramids the burial enclosures of the pharos with reverence they silently passed to deepen This they drove onward until they felt the sacred Ganges below they drank of the sighs of millions of
India’s people refreshed by this dearness to link themselves to the one true God they set a course that Would take them to where in future days a Union Jack would have the notoriety that the sun never set
In far off lands without its shadow proudly waving it pointed glory folds back to the Thymes where the British crown would nobly reign and one of its greatest achievements would be the land of free men
That it spawned so out to sea it turned to visit this kingdom not of royal crowns but the garland of Freedom that rested on every man woman and child it was home for many waters the Mongolia the
Ohio north lay the Great lakes in its center the old Mississippi it followed it down and made its turn west To rivers called Rio Grande the Red Brazos on to the Colorado the snake and if they could be heard
Speaking they be saying Chisim Platt fairest blue bells I know your home in these familiar dales and pick Up the from the arid desert from dry river beds biting sand go to its roots and you would know long
Ago waters that held brimming life over the gold fields it continues and dips into the blue pacific Washing sand an grit its next stop was turquoise waters rainbows and waterfalls it fell into the swaying
Palms coconut papaya pineapple layered it with richness it would create the fabled trade winds it turned To view it exact opposite its brother wind that came down from the pole it knew Russia’s Siberia Alaskan
Tundra at this point it heard the Father state you have done well he drew a great breath that captured All that was gathered in the heart of the wind then he turned to carpeted fields that stood incomplete
Flowers were as a sea but they were empty petals they were the reproductive part of flowers but they Were barren of vividness and true deep colors but worst of all they were odorless and then God
Breathed upon them the secrets that the wind had stored from the four corners of the earth in that Moment flowers became the true marvel and were forever established as the hallmark of romantic
Expression first picturesque layered with gratitude stillness the chill from the pole that reached down Through the Canucks of Canada there is the splash of **** frost felt if not known the enticement of the
Soul of cool contrasted with the deserts heat cacti drenched in sunlight never to be complete always in Rays that makes it beholden in glimmers it shimmers it touts a glory born from harshness it lingers as
Indescribable beauty burnished sands its court this is also found in the allure of flowers hidden within Is weariness but it is the refined kind it speaks to you not of tiredness but of rest of shade and shadow
A quest is announced do you not feel a sweet breeze how else does its fragrance come within reach You’re carried back to mountain meadows meows from baby mountain lion kittens are laced within
The story flowers release through their fragrance and truly this just one of Gods many gifts to man And the greatest Rose of all is His Son the Rose of Sharon