Flowers, Leaves

They come and go so quickly

Spring and Fall …

as if they had not really

come at all.

Perhaps

we could not take

too much of beauty,

breath-catching glory,

ecstasy without relief;

and so God made them brief.  

 

Taken by permission and adapted from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet,” by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1992, The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.