Here is Jenna McCarthy’s last poem- number 4! I’m so sad that it’s over! I’m sure I can persuade her to share more of her writings in the near future. Enjoy!
A Flower Field
By Jenna McCarthy
Standing in a flower field
With by my side was God
The flowers bend, and twist, and sway
And very few were flawed
I asked God saying “You made these flowers
Full of beauty and of color
But why do some of these shine bright
And some of them look duller?”
God stopped his walk and gazed into the field with bright color hues
He said “Son, the flower you picked out, that flower is one of you.
“Each flower represents a child.
The small ones are just new
The bright ones are those who glorify me
And the dull ones are those who are blue
“So every day I water them
I give them lots of sun
They either take it or refuse
But I love them, every one.
“When I look at my field of flowers
It makes me smile all day
I take care of my flowers below
Even those who fall away”
“Well why don’t you clean out the bad flowers
Take away all those ones that are blue”
God looked at the flower in my hand and said,
“That flower my son, was you.
“I took care of you every day
But you ignored every drop of my love
But look at my field of flowers.
It is beautiful from above”
I love the picture that this poem presents. What was your favorite poem? Comment below and share your thoughts! Mine was the first one, That Day.
Thank you so much, Jenna! It was a blessing to read your beautiful work!
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God bless you all!
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