To: Cardhu; JustAmy; DollyCali; Billie; WVNan; MEG33; The Mayor; Jack Deth
The Blossom
The bud is not the blossom.
It keeps the beauty hid,
Until the warming sunshine,
Lets unfolding start its bid.
And as the color settles,
Like dew upon the limb,
The blossom opens up to show,
The joy that comes from Him,
Who toiled within the garden,
To separate the weeds,
From flowering plants and bushes,
And tended all their needs.
In time, the blossom yields a fruit,
With promised swelling growth,
Full sweetness for the Gardener,
And seeds within for both.
NicknamedBob . . . . August 3, 2008219 posted on
08/03/2008 9:24:57 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(Hey, Obama! "Not like the other presidents on the dollar bills." You ain't a president yet, Dufus!)
To: NicknamedBob
What a great poem to go with that photo. You have such talent Bob I am in awe.
220 posted on
08/04/2008 2:47:03 AM PDT by
Cardhu
(Be happy, today you will be the youngest you will ever be.)
To: NicknamedBob
223 posted on
08/04/2008 5:14:56 AM PDT by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
To: NicknamedBob
That’s a keeper Bob. I love it because it speaks to my faith.
227 posted on
08/04/2008 6:19:36 AM PDT by
WVNan
To: NicknamedBob
Your Poem is Beautiful, NicknamedBob, and the Picture is Precious.
243 posted on
08/04/2008 8:43:32 AM PDT by
Kitty Mittens
(To God Be All Excellent Praise!!)
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