DUST ON THE BIBLE

MY MOTHERS FACE

God went to pick His favorite flower
And ,much to His dismay,
He found He could not choose one bloom
And throw the rest away
From the valley He took a lilly
A delicate white bloom,
And breathed into each tiny bell
His breath and its perfume.

He gathered the rainbow's colours
In a handful of sweet peas
And thought, as He gave them fragrance,
None are lovelier then these.
He turned and picked a lilac
Perfumed it with a shower,
He thought as He craddled in His hand,
"surely,this is my favorit flower."

He stooped and parted broad green leaves
Finding a violet there,
Gave it quite humility,
A virtue sweet and rare,
God loved the pure white lily
And the sweet pea's rainbow hue;
The fragrance of the lilac
And the violet, wet with dew.

So He gathered Himself a small bouquet
And took each flower apart;
He made from them , one perfect bloom
To satisfy His heart,
He carefully chose each petal
And blended a rare purfume;
From them He fashioned Mother
And sent her to earth to bloom.

He took from the lily ,my Mother's faith
As it bowed it's head in prayer;
He gave her a beautiful humble soul
By leaving a violet there
He smiled on His lovelist sweet pea
And Mothers love appeared;
He gave her lilacs for her eyes
And a raindrop for a tear.

L'm going now to gather flowers;
My favorites are these;
A lily -of- the- vally
And a handful of sweet peas,
L'll pick a single lilac,
Still wet with April rain
And then a purple violet,
So lovely, yet so plain,
L'll make them into a small bouquet
And put them in a vase
And then l'll imagine
God shaping my Mother's face

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