A language of Flowers

There is a language, little known, Lovers claim it as their own. Its symbols smile upon the land, Wrought by nature’s wondrous hand; And in their silent beauty speak, Of life and joy, to those who seek For Love Divine and sunny hours In the language of the flowers. –The Language of Flowers, London A…

A prayer to God

“Lead me to the real, from darkness lead me to light” Let there be light, let there be hope, Lead me from darkness to the brightness, Forgive for my mistake , and show path to serenity