God set a story on my heart,
For me to tell through my art.
A story I’ve lived both young and old,
Though now is the time for it to be told.
Hear, you budding flowers and trees,
For wisdom comes from such as these;
Who walked the path you now trod,
Understanding. Their teacher, God.
Wisdom not of themselves, this is a lifetime learned,
Times of mistakes, naïve hearts spurned.
Moments worthwhile etched in memory,
None of which seem ordinary.
Rare gems are laid in a chest of treasure,
A day awaits you to find their pleasure.
While closed is the bud encapsulated by time,
Opening slowly with each chime.
Blown is the seed in its hurry,
Wind careless; the sun’s fury;
While rain buries itself into the ground,
The seed is nourished until it is crowned.
Flowers differing in petals and hue,
Trees reaching heights extended to few.
The symphony of the earth plays a melodic harmony,
Bringing gardens of matrimony.
Many seasons have now turned,
And insight again is learned.
Reward, once again is found,
Seeds and buds are no longer bound.
Ever growing are we,
Searching our destiny.
The treasure is found in Eternity
Hearts receiving, prepared in the journey.