There is blessed, as in by the slate colored rain
Or you’re bless-ed, deep in your soul without stain
You may be loved, as if you were a shimmering star
Or you’re belov-ed, marked in honor with each scar
Which is more worthy, which is giving more?
Which is just good enough,
Sliding through the slamming door.
Bleed from deep down below your woes,
Washing your darkness into a rose.
Don’t waste your time wishing on stars,
Only The Father’s Mercy will pry open the bars.
For you will always be blessed from above,
Just as the Bless-ed are flowing with love.
The Father’s Love…
Seen as the rain tickles the flowers into wilting.
The Father’s Belov-ed…
The weight of His Love bore in the planets’ tilting.
I love that this tree has given it’s life, for 12 others.
You may not be able to see them all, but I counted up close and in person
… isn’t God amazing? This is the epitome of Bless-ed!