Poetry and Prose

"I do love your poems and I don't think you know how much they minister to others such as myself..." ~Anonymous. I am often unable to fully express my Thank You's for all the kind comments (through email, other poetry sites and other public networks) I receive, but I want you (my readers) to know that I really appreciate it. Emails saying that a poem is used in bulletins, sermons, book reports, E-magazines or Bible studies also encourages me. So again, I thank you very much! God is great! ~louis gander

Saturday, May 24, 2014

A Dried & Fragile Flower 5-24-14


A dried and fragile flower, I -
hold close to broken heart
that cries in fervent, heavy tears
so Godly peace would start.
It's from my mama's funeral.
Yes, dried, completely dead -
and though it's fragile, I hold close
...to what she always said.
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"So many people want to bloom
and live life their own way -
While stems are often hidden, they
support the whole bouquet.

"Beware of pride's deception!
That's what the Bible warns
in Obadiah One, verse three.
Be careful with those thorns.

"Not one small single flower blooms
without the narrow stem -
so treat folks how you'd like to be -
be treated back by them.

"Affect the different colored rose -
and do not them, reject.
Remember, a good Christian has
deep love and great respect."

Now everybody loved my mom -
'cause she loved everyone.
Though poor, was always giving more -
as if she'd just begun.

And mom was very patient too.
For years she went without.
Yet joy was heard in all her prayers.
With that, there was no doubt.

Her words were like this flower here.
And I had always tried -
to comprehend her fragile words
she left before she died.
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A dried and fragile flower, I -
hold close to broken heart
that cries in fervent, heavy tears
so Godly peace would start.
It's from my mama's funeral.
Yes, dried, completely dead -
and though it's fragile, I hold close
...to what she always said.

©2014 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Obadiah 1:3 (NASB)
"The arrogance of your heart has deceived you,
You who live in the clefts of the rock,
In the loftiness of your dwelling place,
Who say in your heart, 'Who will bring me down to earth?'"

2 comments:

Cinda Carter said...

Louis, Your poem and the love you have for your mom is simply beautiful...I am so, grateful that I have found your web-site...It is a blessing from above...God bless you as you continue to write poems that share God's love with others...A friend, Cinda

Cinda Carter said...

Louis,

Your poem about the way you love your mom is simply beautiful...I cherish the time I had with mine and think that the fragile rose is a wonderful way of expressing yourself for the way one feels and holds dear to their heart...It is good to meet you and to be able to read your poems that the good Lord has given you to share with so, many others...God bless you as you continue to share His love.

A friend, Cinda