A BUNCH OF SILK FLOWERS
A bunch of silk flowers that look so real
To the sense of sight is perfect and so ideal,
Each petal so delicate each colour so true
From pastel pink or green to a vivid blue.

I admired the handiwork of each flower,
Imagined sitting high in some leafy bower
And seeing a carpet of flowers like this
That would fill my life with peace and bliss.

Just two things missing from this beauty
No scent on the air would waft up to my tree,
No velvet petal of a sweet rose could I feel,
These things let me that the flowers are not real.

Yet look at the beauty that will never die,
That gladdens my heart, pleases my eye,
Then a thought came to me loud and clear
If we add scent and feel heaven would be here.

Flowers will not wither or die in gardens above,
But always flourish well with God’s tender love,
As pretty as my silk flowers full of perfume so rare
For they will be blessed to fill heaven’s sweet air.

So now I look at silk flowers in a different light,
Perfect enough to dwell in heaven so bright,
Colours of every hue, types of flowers ever grown
In the gardens of heaven, all beauty will be shown.

There’ll be no weeds in heaven, each is God’s flower,
If I make it to heaven to look down from a leafy bower,
Then remember with joy every single perfect silk flower
That graced my table through many a long icy cold hour.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 17, 2002