Apple Blossoms

"He has made everything beautiful in its time."
Ecclesiastes 3:11

"Apple Blossoms"

Elena Oleniuc

God might have clothed the apple trees

In scentless brown or gray-

Such frail and fleeting blossoming,

So soon to pass away-

Instead of this fair springtime garb

Of fragrant pink and pearl,

That flutters down like rosy snow

On every breeze a-whirl.

His goodness gives the pleasant fruit

On laden boughs down-bent;

His lovingkindness adds the bloom,

Its beauty and its scent

He loads us with His benefits

Until no want we know,

And then He sends the little more

That make our cup o'erflow.

He opens wide His hand of love;

He gives no stingy dole;

His tender mercies crown our days:

O bless the Lord, my soul!

"Apple Blossoms"

Annie Johnson Flint
(1866-1932)
American Christian poetess