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Solomon's Lilies,
A Poem About His Care
The dawn burns the sky blue
As the sun's light
Tip the green treetops with gold.
A new day uncovers
The colors of the garden-
A living rainbow fractured
Across the pots on the patio.
Flowers face skyward,
Hopeful
When butterflies and bees
Dance in their bosom.
But
The sun slides across the sky
Too slow to discern;
Its white-hot flame
Silently sears
The colors to brown,
Until
In the day's dying shadows
I sweep the fallen blossoms
And pluck the faded leaflets.
God wrapped them in beauty
For just a day.
I ask the graying blooms,
If He cares so much for flowers
Who wither in a day
That He clothes them in such beauty,
What greater care does He have
For us,
Who are made to know Him?
(c) Adron Dozat
"Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you--you of little faith?" Matthew 6:29-30.
(c) Adron 8/19/15
