My girls bring flowers
they pick from around our brick house,
sprigs of lavender, blooms of crysanthemum,
leaves of weigela.  I fill the clear glass jar
with indigo, orange, and burgundy.

Like God on my sill it sits,
gifts from gifts.


  1. cynthia says:

    Oh Amy, I love this poem!!! Especially the ending. Especially all of it!! ” Like God on my sill it sits,
    gifts from gifts” is amazing and powerful ending. All of this piece is wonderful and so loving.The names of the flowers and leaves and colors are delicious. This is one of my favorite poems. What gifts we receive!!! All is gift and grace!!! Thank you for your gift of these words and reminders of gifts. God Bless…love and light…

    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved says:

      Thank you Cynthia! It is a gift of the Spirit to be reminded!

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