Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Aloe Plant

The Aloe Plant

Have you heard the tale of the aloe plant,
away in the sunny clime?
By humble growth of a hundred years
It reaches its blooming time;
And then a wonderous bud at its crown
Breaks into a thousand flowers;
This floral queen in its blooming seen
Is the pride of the tropical bowers;
But the plant to the flower is a sacrifice,
For it blooms but once, and in blooming dies.

Have you heard the tale of the pelican,
The Arab's Gomel el Bahr,
That dwells in the African solitudes
Where the birds that live lonely are?
Have you heard how it loves its tender young,
And cares and toils for their good?
It brings them water from fountains afar
And fishes the seas for their food.
In famine it feeds them what love can devise-
The blood of its bosom-and, feeding them, dies.

Pelican Walk

Have you heard the tale they tell of the swan,
The snow-white bird of the lake?
It noiselessly floats on the silvery wave,
It silently sits in the brake;
For it saves its song till the end of life,
And then, in the soft, still even,
'Mid the golden light of the setting sun
It sings as it soars into heaven,
And the blessed notes fall back from the skies-
'Tis its only song, for in singing it dies.

Trumpeter Swans In Flight

You have heard the tales. Shall I tell you one,
A greater and better than all?
Have you heard of Him whom the Heavens adore,
Before whom the hosts of them fall?
How He left the choirs and anthems above
For earth in its wailing and woes,
And suffered the shame and pain of the cross
To die for the life of His foes.
His death is our life, His loss is our gain-
The joy for the tear-the peace for the pain.

"And God purposed that through Him all things should be completely reconciled
 back to Himself, whether on earth or in heaven, as through Him, the Father,
made peace by means of the blood of His cross."
Colossians 1:20

"The Aloe Plant"
A poem by
Dr. Henry Harbaugh

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