When it gets dark
the birds and flowers
close their eyes
and say goodnight,
and God who loves them
counts the hours
and keeps them safe
’til morning’s light.
Dear Father, count the hours tonight
while I’m asleep
and cannot see,
and in the morning,
may the sun
shine for the birds, the flowers,
and me.
I love you, precious child….
Oh Celia, a simple sentiment made outrageously beautiful by the choice of your words. I love this, Friend!
Thank you for the comment, Cindy; I am so fortunate in my friends! ❤
Your friends are fortunate to have you, Celia. You bring so much creative beauty to our world. ❤
How this deeply touched my Heart. Celia, this is just precious. Love, Amy ❤
Thank you, Amy; you comments always touch MY heart. 🙂 Obviously, I adore my granddaughter, and it seemed fitting to pair her with other aspects of nature that I love. My son is an amazing parent!
Wow! Now my Heart really is just bursting with emotion. (((HUGS))) Amy ❤
Reblogged this on goddessdigitalart and commented:
Grandchildren are one of life’s sweetest blessings! ❤
What a lovely poem to your granddaughter, Spirit Sister! Your love for her comes shining through.
Thank you so much, my Spirit Sister! Having just spent time with Ireland, this seemed like a good piece to re-blog. And I’m doubly happy that her family is moving back to Iowa. My heart runneth over! ❤
Oh, Celia, that is wonderful news! Answered prayers…..:-)
It really is!!