The Thistle

by Jan MacInnes Jan. 2011 In Memory of Annette

The Needles you Wear  

Show Signs of Pain

Yet You Never Complain of the Wind or the Rain

Your bloom held high of God's Great Colors

Silky Seeds of Joy Spread for All to See

Some Say You are a Weed

Some say You are a Cure

Grounded by Earth with Strong Roots

Sprayers and Plowers Mow Over You

To Our Site and Touch You are Gone

Earth Begins to Weep

Time Goes By

God Appears and Lifts you Up with his Glory

Steam Held High and New Leaves that Glow

A Weed You Say?

A Prickly thing?

Please See Through My Thorns

I am a Flower for all to See and Use

I was planned with a Purpose

Listen to the Wind and the Rain

God will Speak to You

For You are a Flower

Thistle Picture Taken on Annette's Farm