Our Bouquet

Within each human being

Lies a seed to share and give.

We must cultivate affectionately

If we want the seed to live.

With faith we must go forward

As God extends His hand

And bid each one climb higher

To a most inviting land.

The new land is a promise

Of our Heaven here on earth

It's a dream within our being

Which will give our seeds new birth.

We must pass along our friendship,

Sow seeds of love, of trust, of faith.

We must cultivate our garden

And reduce to nil the hate.

We know there is a power

That can make our garden grow

And mold each tiny seed of love

To make our whole world glow.

Glow in brightness like the dewdrops,

Like a prayer robed in jewels,

Like a cloud with a silver lining

And our priceless gift to choose.

Like a meadowlark in springtime

And our prized designed bouquet -

If we tie it with love ribbons

It is ours to give away.

~ Chris Zambernard

So faith, hope, love remain, these three;

but the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:13