A Delicate Flower Promise
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I took it from his grave that day...
a delicate, carnation bloom
which held a special promise that
I had no thought...the power of.
My precious Dad had passed away,
and love of God and Christian faith
embraced me with the comfort that
at home, he was in Heaven now.
And yet, so fragile I was then...
my firm belief, I questioned, asked,
Dear God, I beg of you, just please,
give me a sign that he's with You.
Eyes wet with tears, I placed it then,
at random, in a book of prose,
and there a holy poem appeared
that lifted up my heart and soul.
Its name, "The Grave," by Robert Blair...
revealed that always, life anew,
does follow us past earthly death;
eternally, our souls are kept.
My flower rests inside a book
where God’s direction was my guide.
Mid-unknown, secret pages there,
it granted promise to my prayer.
September 13, 2018
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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