Poetry: Flowers

Poem: The Flowers

by Liam

A bowl of flowers, on the tables wood.

In a pool of sun, the fragrance stood .

Like a watercolour painting which

timelessly spins.

Radiant , streaming sweet scent and the stems.

Stamen, petals, blossoms, leaf together tight

The bouquet of color so radiant bright

Held in a crystal, a bowl she did say

A mothers gift, from my mother today.

The color, this carries my care about who?

Fills me with joy, sweet memories say

Daffodils, chrysanthemums and lilacs too.

Of lilies in blossom of red roses and you.

Days now no longer, still blossom, sweet scented and care.

Of moments like these, when you’re no longer there.

Still, beauty shines inward caught in a vase.

The flowers, the memories, the joys and your charms.

Poetry: Field of Flowers

Poetry: Field of Flowers

by Liam

All I own will be here when I’m gone

Out walking with the angels

Here to be sung, to be spoken, to be called

Out loud into the day

The ways of those who listen

Will awake within the how you hear

Yes, hear up deeply wakeup fully, for you too

Will walk these far out places

Far up from the fields of flowers in spring

When God has called

Come and walk with these words

They were once flowers growing here

Given to me, to give to you.