A Bouquet of Three

A late Fathers Day post by guest writer 

Isabel Lewis

There's a time and a place

As we strive to embrace

The significance of that one someone's life,

As according to ours

Like a bouquet of flowers

Beauty hardly comes without strife.

A bouquet is arranged

With much delicate change

From start to finish we know,

So let's begin to travel

And through time we'll unravel

A mystery begun long ago.

In the beginning was the Word

You might say it's absurd

But there's significance in it you'll see,

The Word was with God

And the Word was God

It was the beginning for you and me.

The Word was made flesh.

In a poor little creche

Lay the Christ child: God made man.

And then trickled down

After somewhere around

A two-thousand-year span

God decided to bring

You and Regla a spring

Gifts you would never forget,

The bounce in your step

The zip in your zep

Your most prized possessions yet.

Three dazzling gems

The creme de la creme

How beautiful God's creatures can be!

These amazing little flowers

Who could charm you for hours

Whose laughter would set you free.

And so we return

To what we have learned

Your daughters, a bouquet of three,

Life's precious fruits

From deep in your roots

Father to us, you will always be.