Praise Him Through the Storm

Slowly and silently, keeping time with the raindrops I open my petals to whisper a soft, sweet melody Of insight into the Creator’s inspiration for my purity My life’s blood is streaked with clarity and compassion Coloring me in hues of crimson, amber and lemon yellow Daily, I open each trembling flower to a delicate sunlight Enlightening the dawn with a beautiful array of enchantment Breathing whimsical order in the fashion of petals that grace Each spectator with feelings of appreciation for my powerful Presence, my fragility shadowed with dreams and passions Graciously, I lift up my head toward the morning rainstorm Feeling drenching showers pour across my spirit’s essence Creating a melancholy that breeds illuminations of sorrow Which soon turns into a sweet harbinger of tomorrow’s glory Delicious sentiments of what will soon be the praise of God Applauding Him with my fingers of illusive discernments Honoring Him with my faint hints of vitality in emotion Acclaiming Him as the world’s most glorious designer Admiring Him for all that He’s given to His creation Praising Him with every part of my peaceful spirit, eternally. I am the flower that rises above my loss of life and limb To the joy of knowing that through existing I am filled with Compassion and praise that fills up this dismal land called earth With true expressions of kindness and charity that is known To be the way to God’s heart, where I hope to always go! The Flower, The Thorn Or Both Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke July 6, 2020