Fragrance of roses drifted on the fresh air cleansed by the passing storm. The sweet scent and lingering raindrops clinging to vivid pink petals created one of those ethereal ‘eternal instant’ moments sensing the unspeakable wonder of God’s creation, bathed in comfort of His unconditional love.
I came across this poem ascribed to a 13th century poet that hints at the precious ‘eternal instant’ that was mine to embrace this morning . . . I M Blessed . . . May U B 2
It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of God’s design
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I
God opens this flower so sweetly
When in my hands they fade and die
If I cannot unfold a rosebud
This flower of God’s design
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So, I’ll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way
The pathway that lies before me
Only my Heavenly Father knows
I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments
Just as He unfolds the rose
Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!