Rose Pegonias

19 Jul

Rose Pegonias (last stanza)

We raised a simple prayer

Before we left the spot

That in the general mowing

That place might be forgot;

Or if not all so favored,

Obtain such grace of hours

That none should mow the grass there

While so confused with flowers.

~ Robert Frost

For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. For,

“All people are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord endures forever.”

And this is the word that was preached to you. — 1 Peter 1:23-25

Sometimes we need to take a moment and remove ourselves from the center of the world.

 

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