Miracles
The rising sun cast red and purple 'pon the cloudy sky. A sign of colder,
stormy days ahead. The Japanese Magnolia's buds are swollen white ready
to explode into lavender pink blosssoms of spring. Is this tree confused? If so,
then the Star Magnolia is more confused for its silvery white buds are dazzling
to gaze upon. It seems that tiny tips of its blossoms are exposed as are tips of
spring green leaves just waiting a warm day to spring forth for mine pleasure.
The daffodils dark green leaves are shooting forth from the cold wet earth while
the danger of cold still lurks around the corner. Open mine eyes Lord, let me see
all the beauty that surrounds me. Beauty that you prepared for mine eyes to
behold. How you made each flower unique but in a way that I see beauty and
not disordered random design. Thank you God for each miracle. Amen
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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