Flower Maker

And how didst Thou manage to
cradle these delicate petals
amidst thorns such as these ?
and yet bruise them not..., I wonder !

And how can my heart not be but glad
when they dance in the evening breeze ?
Ah ! how I adore thy craft,
Oh Master flower maker !

~Lazarus

Mortal

And how could I sit in silence
knowing that you were grieving
and watch as a million worries
etch their lines on your face ?

And how could I watch those lovely eyes
turn misty with mournful tears
knowing the joy that they once contained
and not be moved ?

And how could I stand by and watch
the years take their steady toll
on one who seemed almost immortal
slowly fade before my very eyes ?

And yet, I stand a mere mortal, a mute spectator
as time marches on to a distant drumbeat
knowing that the one who sent you
loves you more than I.

~Lazarus