Lilies of the Field
I walked into the shaded forest
seeking comfort from my fears.
On a blanket of soft green moss,
I lay down and shed my tears.
I gathered a handful of tiny flowers.
among the bees, who seemed at play.
Was then I saw the flowers wither,
the beautiful blooms of my nosegay.
Bees stopped buzzing; birds flew away.
The tiny flowers, I looked down to see,
in my hand they had begun to die.
"I meant no harm, God, please forgive me."
I frowned upon their fading colors,
as in my hand they continued to wilt.
"God, I've destroyed your creations.
I'm plagued with remorse and guilt."
Torn with grief, on the ground I fell.
In solemn prayer, I bowed my head low.
I heard buzzing; birds sang once more.
Beside me knelt a fawn and mother doe.
She nudged me with her velvet nose.
Beams of light reached through the trees.
They fell upon a patch of tiny flowers.
"God, did you put them here for me?"
Gently, I touched each fragile bloom.
I inhaled their sweet perfumed scent.
I understood His merciful message.
Forgiveness for sins is what He meant.
They were to me, lilies of the field.
A reminder from my Heavenly Father.
That I need not worry over my fears.
He is with me, and he calls me 'daughter.'
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