Rain touches, runs across her skin, feeding this flower, with the life it holds within.
Just as the sun, feeds this flower, in harmoney with, the early morning showers.
So does the Son, feed all of man, with the knowledge, he needs to understand.
For man can't live, by food alone, he needs the word, GOD has shown.
For as the flower, shrivels with age, fading into the past, like a turned page.
so shall man's body, shrivel and die, but at least the WORD, has told him why.
though again he will be united, with another shell, to live in heaven, or comsumed in hell.
For as a catipiller, sheds his skin, revealing the beauty, he holds within.
So shall man, shed his body and fly, his spirit returning, to its home in the sky.
By Donald L Holmes
a wish