Typical trip to the store.
Passing the flowers to smell,
The roses’ sweet aromas,
Magnificent varieties for sale.
And I’m struck again with amazement,
At the perfection of God’s art.
Each petal delicately connected in unity,
Each uniquely marked.
Grown in abundance,
Bearing joy and love, smiles and comfort.
Aesthetically pleasing to the knowing heart,
Pausing life in moments unencumbered.
Again I say, again!
How can one not believe,
That this world was created by intelligent design?
I wish all would look and truly see.