The Flowers Speak Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Wherever there is room to grow we bloom
And offer to the Host our colours' prayer,
We grace the fabric of the Artist's loom
And cast our fragrance on His scented air.
Beautiful and humble and divine
The Garden of the Lord is our domain -
And we must to His consciousness align
Our souls and dedicate our life again,
Yet deeper plunge to consecrate and know
That flowers are a symbol of the Grace,
The soil prepared our natures then shall grow
And blossom in the Spirit's timeless space.