We exist in a constant cycle, renewed by God and his grace to each of us through the resurrection. Life continues because of the life he grants to us…
For my daughter
A Poppy
Mia picked a poppy
She liked its bright red bloom
She brought it in
And took it up, to brighten up her room
As days went past
The petals dropped, red upon the sill
but Mia smiled, she never stopped
It held a secret still
The flower dead
It’s beauty gone, a seed stands in its place
So life endures, it carries on
Like the smile on Mia’s face
When my petals long have dropped
And time is on its way
My smile will stay upon my face
In her, my life will stay
Minister Me 