...to charm the eye with their beauty.
It doesn't require cultivation to see azaleas' pink profusion sparkling in morning's dew or nature's delight in her nectar. It's the subtle " fair flowers" - the wind's whisper through spanish moss, the buried seeds of hope in barren ground - for which I must train my eyes.
It's the "fair flowers" heart and soul cultivates - too fleeting, too beautiful, too sacred, to capture.
A smile. A hug. A twinkling eye.
Forgivness.
Kindness.
Faithfulness.
Grace.
The joy that is my strength.
The peace that passes all understanding.
The LOVE that covers my multitude of sins.
