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