Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Apple Blossoms - A Poem by Annie Johnson Flint


Peach blossoms.

Psalm 68:19 Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Selah. 

Apple Blossoms


God might have clothed the apple trees
In scentless brown or gray --
Such frail and fleeting blossoming,
So soon to pass away --

Instead of this fair springtime garb
Of fragrant pink and pearl,
That flutters down like rosy snow
On every breeze a-whirl.

His goodness gives the pleasant fruit
On laden boughs down-bent;
His lovingkindness adds the bloom,
Its beauty and its scent.

He loads us with His benefits
Until no want we know,
And then He sends the little more
That makes our cup o'erflow.

He opens wide His hand of love;
He gives no stingy dole;
His tender mercies crown our days:
O bless the Lord, my soul!

Annie Johnson Flint

 Psalm 103:2 Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: 

2 comments:

  1. A beautiful poem! I so love apple blossoms and blossoming trees in general:). It's so amazing to photograph with these.

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    1. Hello, Karri. Welcome, and thank you for reading and commenting here. I am glad you enjoyed this poem. Annie Johnson Flint is my favorite poet. I also enjoy flowering trees very much, and also photographing them. :-)

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