Blades Of Grass
We all are simply blades of grass;
growing in the meadows of light;
basking in sunshine of history past;
fading into the night;
All drinking in life from pouring rain;
basking in magnificent beauty;
dying every Winter; to live again.
sensing love as our duty.
In Spring, we are beautiful and young;
only eternity lay ahead;
we are the height of creation, done;
a new cycle of life is bred.
We bear the imprint of the Master’s feet;
feel the subtle touch of His hand;
we are the place; love and eternity meet;
we didn’t just happen; we’re planned.
Many are cut down; in the mowing season;
transitioned into bales of hay;
only the Master can know the reason;
we’re planted to live; day to day.
Winter heralds all life’s juxtaposition;
creating God’s illusion called death;
life is eternal; it’s a seasonal transition;
and life is given new breath.
We all are simply blades of grass;
growing in the meadows of life;
basking in sunshine of history past;
we are the children of light.
Monty 7/3/24. # 2,195