The Mystery
The Mystery
Long, long before the sun-kissed breezes blew
The tulip bulbs and daffodils awoke
Somehow this flame of life inside them knew
A voice divine, yet earthly to them spoke
Then slowly, oh so slowly did they start
To gather this life force into a shoot
Now from their winter slumber they’d depart
A flower blossom is their Spring salute
And when I stop to gaze upon this grace
A stirring deep within my soul is born
That voice divine, my spirit does embrace
With that same spark of life I am adorned
This cycle is a sacred mystery
Weaving a wondrous, living tapestry
Tina Busch-Nema
March 11. 2009
Long, long before the sun-kissed breezes blew
The tulip bulbs and daffodils awoke
Somehow this flame of life inside them knew
A voice divine, yet earthly to them spoke
Then slowly, oh so slowly did they start
To gather this life force into a shoot
Now from their winter slumber they’d depart
A flower blossom is their Spring salute
And when I stop to gaze upon this grace
A stirring deep within my soul is born
That voice divine, my spirit does embrace
With that same spark of life I am adorned
This cycle is a sacred mystery
Weaving a wondrous, living tapestry
Tina Busch-Nema
March 11. 2009
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