I marvel at my Zinnia Flower’s tone,
bright with pinks’ hues, it roams like love’s koan-
abiding in joy; seasons through two…
it welcomes each morning sollune with the dew.
Is it with the gift of light to bear
that flowers as this must live and dare,
beckoning, freeing, my own heart to bloom
in petals, a fragrance from spread through each room.
Seeds flecked with gold as these petals unfold,
this Zinnia is a wonder with purpose untold;
Treasure in living with light from above-
Turned to the Sun for all days in His Love.
As time brings the cycle of Grace to fulfill,
Petals open to grandeur; this God’s holy til.
Earthen seeds scatter like birds in the sky-
carried to burrow in earthen love’s home,
here they are born again, never to die.
© 2015 Linda Willows