= A WAITING ROSE=

A rose that waits a bee
Be patient and
Research your flee
Be patience my dear
The bee your praying for
Still in our loving Creature
Molding and making him
As pure as gold
Wait on His Time cause its for the best of the bee and the rose that wants to be one and behold!



GODSPEED

It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petal
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
Then in my hands they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for leading
Each moment of my day.

I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.

The pathway that lies before me
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.

Not so strange, a flash
of fox, standing by the side
of the Westway, no stranger
than the deserted carriageway,
the yolky light, the city running silent.

What was odd was my urge
to stop, gather her into my arms,
carry her to safe grass
where she’d butt my chin like a cat,
claws doing no damage, no rank fur.

I wanted to hear her shriek
in my garden, her mate barking,
as I came awake in our bed,
stepped to the window to see her
staring at me from the lawn.

I kept on driving, eyes fixed
on the rear-view mirror,
the inquisitive forager,
paws held high, testing
the asphalt, like snow.