Friday, June 6, 2014

Ode to the Lady Slipper



Fair lady slipper, comely woodland queen
Perfection marks your beauty, rarely seen
By man who crams his life with work to the brink
But some will search to see your winsome face
What joy to find the object of their quest
Attired in frocks with stripes of pink on pink
That glisten in the morning sun that peeks
Into your hiding place beneath the trees
A call to dance comes from a gentle breeze
You smile and nod and join with graceful ease

Perhaps some fairy princess stopped to play
Or practice for her debutante ballet
You first enchanted me when I was young
With ribbons soft you wrapped me round and then
In wordless song my captured heart was won
As you declared the glory due the One
Who fashioned you with careful hand and love
May I with grace display the Lord above
And like the lady slipper rest from strain
Abolish worry and enjoy His reign.


 



Consider the lilies of the field, learn thoroughly how they grow; they neither toil nor spin;
yet I tell you, Solomon in all his magnificence was not arrayed like one of these.
Matt. 6:28,29 





1 comment:

Allison said...

Beautiful pictures! The first and second ones are my favorites. :) I would love to see lady's slippers like that!