SALISBURY LANDSCAPES POEM 12

The sun is shining, perhaps the storm subsides, only patience will let us know.

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“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” E.E. Cummings

Daisies

I would pick a bunch of daisies and put them

In your hand a little pick of poesies for you,

They are of yellow hue and white a symbol

Of delight and they are spread about the field.

Your hands are tiny and mine are large,

But God’s are bigger and in his hands we live,

Our betterment is in him and also our trust,

For to love him is life and our duty is a must.

I could pick a bunch of daisies and place them

In a vase a pretty arrangement for all to admire,

Their splendour is tiny but they spread far and wide,

Giving us their beauty which they too cannot hide.

A daisy is only little but they grow proudly

A more tender plant needs nurturing care,

But the daisy with the sun and rain is always

There and so we know our God provides us there.

“Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.” Thomas Mann