~ Instead of Flowers ~

       She carried it instead of flowers
       through a February day,
       just as through the many hours
       since that veil of love in May.

       It was her balm within His bower
       spreading far beyond the bay-
       an ointment for a crumbling  tower
       that sought to steal her heart away.

       It carried her instead of flowers
       through the deepest valleys, low-
       through life's storms and lonely showers
       His Word ... her friend since long ago.
 

                  ~ Anne Hamon ~
                   Feb 15, 2001

           

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