I’m a sweet thing
Deprived of a soul,
Hidden from wisdom’s prudent search;
Softly pasturing life’s garden,
Bedecking the coolness of streams,
Strewn over the grasslands

I sprout, I flourish
Held safe in God’s care
Blossoms prospering,
Leaves waxing greener,
Splashes of color
Love’s clearest language

When parchment fades,
When roses wilt,
Elegant lilac, seed carefully sowed
I trust in His Tending, nourished before sunrise