I am your blessing, said the petal to the flower
Down in the countryside, deep in the garden
Is a bed of buds just waiting to blossom.
Whispering sounds of gentle breeze rustle all around,
The verdant grass, a welcome sight, its dewdrops glisten bright.
Radiantly, the sun now shines; the rains have played their part
But buds remain buds, unopened…just nodding up and down.
When suddenly, magically, abracadabra, appears a pretty petal,
One by one, the petals emerge, splashing colours ‘pon the green.
‘We are yours – your heavenly blessings,’ cry out the petals, loud and clear
Then, with grace and quiet dignity, all unite to form the flower.
Majestically, the garden blooms, trees and bushes come alive
Whilst from the stems so slender, top the flowers, as their crown
Contented, enriched, endowed, the flowers then realise
The petals surely are their blessings—oodles, countless; big and small.
And now, my friend, I ask you, pray pause a little while,
Take note, reflect, and understand how truly blessed we are.
Showered with His choicest, we’re enveloped by His love,
His garden’s rich in blessings, aye, abundant for us all.
Thus, it’s with our deepest gratitude that we so humbly bow,
His miracles, His healing – gifts most precious for us all.
Maloquacious © 2012