Monday, August 2, 2021

Four O' Clocks

 


So why do you worry about clothing?  Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil now spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. ~Matthew 6:28-29


Four o' Clocks grace my mother's garden

Blooms to herald afternoon's entrance

Holding fast to evening's pathway

Closing only at the dawn of day

Bowing out to allow Day Lilies

To take their watch upon the towers

Assuring all that beauty never fades

Instead, the flowers lift their silken petals

Sustaining us in day, and into night

Amen




33 comments:

  1. Lovely touching poem. Thanx Martha.

    That verse from Matthew means so much to me. God bless always.

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    1. I'm so gratified that you liked the poem, Victor, and that the scripture verse is one of your favorites. I've always loved it, too, as it reminds me to worry about nothing, but trust in the Lord.
      Love and blessings!

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  2. Looks to me like you got our green thumb honestly. Good tribute to your mom.

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    1. Thank you, Bill, but I can't take credit for any green thumb. These babies grow wild and free, without any pruning by human hands. Glad you enjoyed the poem!
      Love and blessings!

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  3. Oh, I’ve never heard of or seen Four o’clocks, Martha, how utterly fascinating they are! Must be a northern hemisphere plant.
    Wonderful indeed and such a thought provoking poem, and yes! looking around our Father’s creation draws our eyes hearts in worship to Him … thank you so much for your uplifting comment on my post you made my day.
    Thanks for Sharing, God bless and keep you safe, and all those you love,
    Prayer hugs Shaz in Oz.x

    {Wonderful Words of Life - Shaz in Oz}
    {Calligraphy Cards - Shaz in Oz}

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    1. Yes, Shaz, I think these flowers are native to the Northern Hemisphere, though I should look that up to be sure. I've always loved them as they also grew at my grandmother's home. These flowers were planted from some of the seeds that came from her flowers, so there's lots of history and sentiment there.
      And nature does call to us to look toward our Creator with hearts of joy and thankfulness.
      Love and blessings!

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  4. Amen to that. We have wild flowers in our garden, some are very delicate, I am amazed every day. Thank you for the poem and be comforted in this time of mourning and memories.

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    1. Thank you for your kind and caring words, Marja, and I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem. Flowers are just the best!
      Love and blessings!

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  5. I'd never heard of Four o'clocks before, Martha. And now, it's likely I'll never forget. Beautiful!

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    1. I'm glad this poem will help you remember these lovely blooms, Myra. Thanks for your kind words.
      Love and blessings!

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  6. I am unfamiliar with this flower. I know morning glories only bloom in the morning, however; these are very pretty. Such a sweet poem too. Hugs and blessings.

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    1. I'm so glad I could introduce my readers to this lovely flower, Nells, as I didn't realize these were new to so many. Glad you enjoyed the poem, too!
      Love and blessings!

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  7. I love 4 o'clocks! Maybe they are a southern flower! They tend to grow wild in some areas. I don't currently have any, but I've seen them along some roadways. Love your poem, and I love that these are a special reminder of your mother. (((hugs)))

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    1. Actually, Pamela, these flowers were grown from seeds in my grandmother's garden, and she lived in Massachusetts! It seems they flourish in many parts of the country.
      Glad you enjoyed the poem, my friend.
      Love and blessings!

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  8. There's comfort in consistency isn't there my friend. Thank you for reminding us of God's faithfulness.

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    1. Indeed, J. D., there is comfort in consistency, and I'm grateful for that, especially in these times.
      Love and blessings!

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  9. Dearest Martha Jane,
    Meaningful verse and also lovely poem.
    We too are holding fast to life's memories... just like those flowers do to evening's pathway.
    Big hugs,
    Mariette

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  10. I always love your poetry, Martha. Just lovely.

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    1. You are too kind, Beckie. Thank you!
      Love and blessings!

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  11. Martha, this is so lovely! And I didn't know about this flower called, "Four O'Clocks." Although I've probably seen them before and just didn't know the name.

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    1. Thanks so much, Karen. I'm glad I could "introduce" you to these sweet and beautiful flowers.
      Love and blessings!

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  12. Once again, how I love your poetry!
    Blessings!

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    1. You are too sweet, Loralu. Thank you!
      Love and blessings!

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  13. My mother had four o'clocks too. I tried and tried to grow them and had no luck. But mom had them in several places both int he front and backyard. I see them and remember how she loved them. Thank you ofr sharing.

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    1. I'm so glad this post brought back dear memories for you! I am going to try to get some seeds from this plant so I can attempt to grow it at our house. Wish me luck!
      Love and blessings!

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  14. What a beautiful poem to treasure both your mother's memory, and the beauty of these lovely blooms! Perfectly paired with the verse you shared! May the Lord bless and comfort your heart through these special blessings from Him :)

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    1. Thank you, Marilyn, for your kind and caring words here. They mean so much!
      Love and blessings!

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