WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE




Oh to stop and smell the perfume,
God’s sweet flowers in clusters bloom,
To feel the sun upon my face,
And view the world at a slower pace,
To feel a soft breeze as it brushes past
my lips,
Oh to have time to enjoy God’s elegance,
Oh those quiet and warm heavenly days,
Joyous beauty of God’s created grace,
Oh to feel my soul fly with anticipation and
Ease,
For time does move away so quickly,
Oh to find a moment in each and every day,
To stop and feel him near me,
Oh for quiet reflection,
For time to stop and pray.


written by mona

Artwork: Narcissus
by John Waterhouse