In life what is it that you choose to seed? Is it to sow love? Is it to sow hate? - a little while, if in secret it was cast, shall show a prize or scorn. I have heard it told that by God's light Heavenly filters secretly weed amongst the brier thorns. And upon the Glorious 'morn wakes to find the beauty of the Rose reborn. Wait patiently O'Soul of mine the prize that is sure to last. In quite hope - God's true light upon a knowing heart - a tender love has sown. Awaken slumbering sweet dreams! Behold! A everlasting love within, the Perfect Bloom, God's Rose. ©Zoey Revision 2015
My Heavenly Father…I thank you today that you tend to each of us as your perfect bloom because You grow nothing less. Amen.