DAFFODILS 'YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO'

 

their yellow faces so very small

with trumpets make a heavenly call

'come see, come see come see'

and I come on bended knee

before Your great and glorious face

in this fallen and broken place

where I was set so long ago

to combat with my mortal foe

And now you seem so very near

time is running out I fear

come Lord bring your Son again

so I can quit this mortal pain

and call like silent daffodils

in your golden vales and hills.

Copyright L. Ivison 2025

'YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD, YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO'

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apple blossom and lilac trees

tulips and gentle breeze

dandelions, mistletoe 

hot sunshine, and then snow,

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD, YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO.

sunlight slides across a floor

opening up another door

of bright reflections in my heart

But where, dear Lord, must I start?

I am captivated by the spring

my old and wounded heart now sings

I thank you Lord with every breath

and contemplate my own sweet death.

Amidst the blossom as the birds sing

and  bluebells, which never ring

the daffodils a yellow grace

Lord I yearn to see your face.

So this is my refrain

as I watch the April rain

YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD

YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO.

Amen.

THE PRINCESS WITH THE CRYSTAL HEART by Foutoux

 

7 April 2025

There once lived a Princess who had a crystal heart.  Now this had some advantages and some disadvantages.  It meant that her heart was broken very easily and the crystal shattered into smaller and smaller fragments.  The advantage was that the heart glowed and this was reflected in the different expressions on the Princess#s face.   When she laughed, it was like the tinkling of a brook crossing a thousand pebbles.

Every morning she would put on crystal slippers and tip toe down stairs, open the chateau windows and walk staight into the garden.   She needed the rays of the sun to warm her crystal heart and she walked carefully on the grass which covered her slippers with dew - each drop reflecting the morning sun. Oh she loved the early morning, the song of birds, the leaves shaken by the summer breeze.  Oh she loved the roses, bending down to smell the 'pink fancies' as she called them.

But there was crack in her crystal heart which the sun could not reach and as the years past it became deeper and deeper.  

Continued tomorrow 8 April 2025