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To Caroline
It will not live what does not die; Only the fallen seed will rise; The withered grass and fading flower Know well enough the final hour; And we, My Love, not fallen seed But fallen man and wife, have need Beyond mere food and breath, for dust We are and dust again we must Become one day, and so I say Do not despise the flower's way; For there within its dying gloom It plants a garden in a tomb Of earth, and so by fading fast Gives way to beauty that will last And grow, like knowledge of the LORD Within the world–a love outpoured By Him who faced a final hour And made His life a fading flower. And so I give these flowers cut– What God may bring, I know not what, For us before our final fall; But this I know, I will with all My fading strength and strengthened love (Made stronger in the Light above) Hold on to you until we lie Like seeds in soil, seeds that die, So light can call them to the sky.
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Michael Price - I am a husband, father of three, poet, and science teacher at a classical Christian school in Memphis, TN. I have four volumes of poetry. My latest volume The Shadowed Night can be purchased by clicking on the button below. Archives
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