The Sea Daffodil in my Garden


 March came marching round my garden!

Daring the winds of March

And refusing to wait for the April showers,

A wild white sea daffodil dared!!

It dared to bud forth 

From within the harsh brown tersa rima 

 Down the corner behind the well.

 Oh  Creator Spirit , I fuse my soul within Thy Divine Will,

 To praise, adore, bless and glorify Thee...

And I place my "I love You's" within its pure milky hue,

 And in its linear green leaves.

 


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