The Field Of Yellow Tulips

It was a sunny, springtime day,
With warm breezes and a sunwashed sky:
And contented birds trilled their tunes,
But my mind was full of troubled sighs.

So many problems came to haunt,
And I could see no real reason why,
But as I ran through the park,
I missed my turn! Why even try?

I stopped to rest for a moment,
Beneath a tree atop a grassy knoll:
And as I glanced around me,
Joy bells began to toll.

For there before my weary stare,
Was a field of yellow tulips in full bloom,
Stretched as far as I could see,
And their burst fo color chased away my gloom!

I stared in sheer amazement,
I'd never seen so much gold,
All those lovely, yellow tulips,
Delightful and bold!

And I knew from deep within,
My dear Father was telling me,
Worrying makes you sad and sick,
I hope these tulips will set you free.

I stood there for a long moment,
Trying to take it all in,
And I thanked my precious Savior,
For giving me this silly grin.

And when I finally left this quiet place,
With it's handsome yellow rug,
I lifted my face toward heaven,
And sent my Father a big hug.


~ Eva May Young ~

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2005 ( EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by Eva Young ]