Come little flower and walk with me
Through winter’s garden of frosted tree.
Heaven’s breath as settled snow; love’s tune,
“Come King Christ, earth’s redeeming Bridegroom!”
Tread lightly, love, over our bride’s gown.
Green pine, brown branch adorned in white stole
Lays gently ‘gainst cheeks of earth’s deep fold.
Jewels of juncos and jays inlaid
Flash sun, turn gaze toward heaven’s maid.
How shall He reply to such beauty?
With trumpet’s blast and angel’s voices!
Bring forth heaven’s love, “You, His choice is!”
Now little flower, now! Sing sweet bliss;
Closed eyes ready for the Lover’s kiss.
Ah, but little flower’s fast asleep
Assumption Abbey
Ava, Missouri
Brother Dancha
January 5, 2010
