Rest now
one moment
in the presence of this
gentle flower.
Learn from her beauty
as she calls out to you ~ ~
simply to be your essence
for this hour ~ ~
is all that’s meant
for your eternity.
~ Anna Lin
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The new earth
is in bloom,
and we shall
have spring;
at long last
the winter is o’er.
How beautiful
are the
flowers
that delight
my heart
and
raise
my spirit so.
I rest
upon the thought
of gratitude,
to the One
who
makes them grow.
In all this
wonder
I rejoice ~
and thus,
then sings
my soul.
~ Anna Lin
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Could be
that the April day arising
has the power of new birth ~
blossoming within
I feel the power of her grace
within my soul.
She manages to reach all
the hidden parts of me,
that languish in the
dark cells,
ever dying, ever still.
Could be
that the seed of life
will rise this very day ~
opening to the Light
that shines her way ~
beckoning her forth
into streams of golden rays,
living proof of wonders
sent to say:
“Tiniest of flowers –
you are born to beautify ~
simply being – is your greatest gift;
offer this to all
who would stand upon this place,
gazing into wonder, awe, and praise.
No one can deny
yours is more than words can say ~
as you bless with grace
this quiet hour;
giving, O so freely,
of yourself to all who gaze ~
into simple elegance,
your power.”
~ Anna Lin
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The days grow longer ~
New Life emerges
from the dark of winter’s cold
and silent tomb.
My heart begins to sing
among the flowers
bright and fair.
All sorrow is turned
into a Joyful Song.
~ Anna Lin
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My heart shall wonder
at the beauty of a flower
on this most glorious day
Delicate gift of our Maker ~
spreading elegance and grace
all around my garden and beyond.
This morning blessing
comes to fill my heart with song,
and I give thanks
once more
for spring has come again.
~ Anna Lin
Praise song in my garden,
wonderment, delight,
Gracefully the flowers
tell of gentle might.
Stillness rests about thee,
yet the song is heard,
Melding with the
heartbeat,
Whispering God’s word.
Oh, to be as flowers,
beautiful and bright,
Sharing mystic wonders
for others who seek light.
What shall be my colours?
What voice shall I say?
Will my life spread fragrance,
gently on the way?
Tiny beings, about me,
teach me so to sing;
Prayerfully a blessing,
every moment bring.
~ Anna Lin
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