Wise Lily Stories
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Prayer Flags Flags in the garden, each with a prayer Tied to a string with love and care. Flags in the garden hanging in the trees Gently sway in the spring time breeze. "I have flags too!" said a voice from below "Come over and see, but on tip-toe." I quietly walked to a shady place Where a big plant grew, then I saw her face. The winged one smiled and spoke to me As she hung her flags from her little tree. "This plant is called a Bleeding Heart In the early spring they are works of art. The pink and red hearts all hang all in a row And tinkle and laugh when the breezes blow. "Each little heart is like a prayer Filled with kindness, love and care. And when the wind blows, they gently sway And then the prayers can fly away! "Tenderly they fly like wings on a dove To people and places that needs some love." I smiled at her and she smiled at me And the love between our hearts we both could see. I tip toed back to my special tree Where my flags all hung in front of me. A little wind blew and I watched them sway And one by one, the prayers all flew away! To all kinds of people, big and small Where love is needed, the flags hear their call. Now a secret we all can share In the garden are all kinds of prayer. written and illustrated by Christine Summerfield © April 23, 2020
2 Comments
4/23/2020 07:48:28 pm
Thank you for this very beautiful poem that you wrote. I was not surprised to see this poem from you; I always know that you have always been good with this. But I appreciate that you made this as your medium to share a simple prayer to your readers. That idea really touches my heart and I hope that people would say it with all their hearts. Our prayers should always be solemn and sincere; it should be our ways of communicating to God so we should always be at our best.
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JoAnne
4/24/2020 05:24:47 am
Your prayer flag poem is full of heart and wondrous soft imagery and movement that is palpable. So lovely. Might I share my impression of the last line? It froze the imagery you used that was expansive and full of connection - and felt like a judgment or measurement of one thing over another. Perhaps you could have shared your love of it free from exclusion?
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