Flowers in the Sky
The sky is blooming,
With thoughts of you,
Spread out across the
Treetops, catching every
Traveling eye passing by.
Behind the farmhouse, and
Up against the half-faded
Moon, your picture dances.
(Oh how my side hurts
From laughing with
Your smile at my side).
All I’ve known of you is
Somewhere forthcoming;
Somewhere running from
My brain to flow forth
From these flamboyant fingers:
You are a stream of
Compassion searching
For a place to flow.
You are the song of
A sparrow searching
For a place to sing.
You are the heart of
A child searching
For a field to frolic
Through, on Sunday
Afternoon – that you
Might pick a dozen
Bright yellow flowers,
As you go, and weave
Them through your hair.
You are the thought of
Our Savior finding its
Way to the heart of
This very moment.
Oh how my side hurts
From having laughed
With your smile at
My side, my friend.