Tulips

The tulips make me want to paint,

Something about the way they drop

Their petals on the tabletop

And do not wilt so much as faint,

 

Something about their burnt-out hearts,

Something about their pallid stems

Wearing decay like diadems,

Parading finishes like starts,

 

Something about the way they twist

As if to catch the last applause,

And drink the moment through long straws,

And how, tomorrow, they’ll be missed.

 

The way they’re somehow getting clearer,

The tulips make me want to see—

The tulips make the other me

(The backwards one who’s in the mirror,

 

The one who can’t tell left from right),

Glance now over the wrong shoulder

To watch them get a little older

And give themselves up to the light.

 

 A.E. Stallings

If you put flowers on the table, I will investigate. It's my job. ~Regan.

 

I wish you all a very happy weekend. If you've been following the sporadic posts, you've gleaned a bit of upheaval in our lives. We are still blessed. God has rained down blessings in the last 24 hours that blow my mind. My praises for Him are great and His timing is perfect. Thank you all for the concern and the woods of hope. You've made my day!

Tulips - Wal-Mart

Candleholders - Pottery Barn

Vase/Jug - One Kings' Lane

Cat - ruler of the castle

 

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11