A POSY OF FLOWERS

BLUEBELL WOOD

I took a walk in nearby Bluebell wood,

A wild flower garden arched by aspen trees,

When sunshine casts its searchlight beam on these,

We're raised to God, the blessed and the Good.

This is the home of Beauty if it's understood;

Art without Her will always cease to please

Nor take Soul back to worship on her knees,

As poetry, music, painting truly should.


A painter came to Bluebell Wood to catch

Its wonder on his canvas in due course;

Try as he might his skill could never match

The magic marvel of Mother Nature's force.

He realised there was a limit to his power

To capture the God-like beauty of that sacred hour.

DAFFODIL

Easter Lily, named by those whose blooms we love,

Golden yellow, surging wild in wood or field,

They open fresh perfumed petals to yield

To sunlight, shining down from high above.

We wait for the sign of the peaceful dove

To save us from Noah’s flood when soul is healed,

And our covenant with God is truly sealed,

Mad demon ego receives his killing shove.


Emblem of all that's good in Christ's Teaching
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The Easter Lily shines as floral light,

The Christian Way of Love is ever reaching

The hearts of those who for redemption fight.

This flower of Beauty feeds the yearning soul,

Of those who crave salvation, to be made whole.


ROSE GARDEN

In my rose garden warmly rouged by dawn,

There grow white arum lilies shining too,

Pranked with iris, softly clad in blue.

Radiant roses glow crimson like the morn,

I stroll amongst the fountains; in my view

Such Lady Beauty spoke as Being True.

True in the sense that Art is Beauty born,

To waken souls of men to God divine.


My garden was the threshold to that place,

Well enriched by brilliant bright sunshine.

I felt the gentle hand of blessed grace,

That rose garden was truly Highest Art,

A joy that moved me to the depth of heart.


PINK LOTUS

Pink lotus, emblem of Hindu wisdom sage,

Greatest aid to spiritual growth for man.

If one learns their teachings and carefully scan

The practise needed for this Kali Yuga age,

An inner struggle the aspirant must wage.

Pink lotus is rooted in muddy mire, but can

Still open as a bloom of beauty better than

Known by those who're blind to God's Almighty plan.

A soul lived a life of gross indulgence,

But tired of pleasure she turned to learn

Truth necessary for her repentance,

Self Realisation to surely earn.

Her ignorance and sin were fertile ground

To turn within. True wisdom she quickly found.


SUN FLOWER

Radiant floral emblem of my Real Self,

Hiding behind her veil. Try then to find

Her, not mischievous monkey mind,

Nor dark demonic perverted elf,

Avaricious for his material pelf,

Egotistic and spiritually blind,

Ever spinning thoughts to weave and wind,

Piling up more luggage on his mental shelf.

The Great Sun in my Self is not like these,

But the Source of Conscious-Awareness Light

Dispersing dark gloom of sad ignorant night,

God-like, the immortal power that frees

Bound soul from its malevolent disease,

Bringing her back home to new heavenly height.



FORGET-ME-NOT

Pretty petulant petals of brightest blue,

Petty adornment gracing gardens of love,

Emblem of Adoration to our Great God above,

For Remembering Him is right worship true;

Prayer will bring Him ever closer to you,

As Noah's praise, when he saw a snow white dove,

That showed the end of the flood, which drove

Righteousness from Earth, except for a few.


When man falls into a dark ditch too low,

God in his mercy sends His messenger down,

To lift up the level in country and town.

Thus we'll never forget Him, even more so,

Remain loyal as His flock, in order to show

Salvation; when we gain Enlightenment' s crow