(Let busy skeptics gaze and glower!)
Engather flowers, fresh and sweet,
Proclaim this Mary's hour....
Poppies for her mother-heart
Wounded past the mind's belief,
Lilies for her purity,
Lilacs for her grief,
For this the fairest blooms were plucked
And placed below her image there,
To offer beauty as a gift
And fragrance as a prayer.
F.H.W.
Columbia Journal. May 1954
How lovely!
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DeleteWhat a beautiful garden shrine! (Is that the right term for it?) Whatever you call it--it's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt's actually a wayside shrine, which you used to see (and maybe still do in parts of the world) "along the way" for example, to a pilgrimage site. It's outside my kitchen window, however, and last year Doug and I put the daffodil and tulip bulbs in. I couldn't be happier with them! They were a mixed bags of bulbs and I love every one.
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