Flower Blossom

Cattleya Orchid and Three Brazilian Hummingbirds (1871) by Martin Johnson Heade

In the quiet of the morn

The seed puts forth its sprout.

As for every soul unborn,

Christ’s light is all about

Driving back the night,

Rising the lowly to might.

Lord, have mercy

And see your little flower.

Christ, have mercy

And make your Grace to shower

On the lily and the child,

On the meek and the mild.

Oh, sweetest scent,

Salve of my sin,

Flower most clement,

Babe within,

Draw closer toward

The presence of the Lord.

The very breath of God

Shall spread your petals wide,

That with angels awed,

And all the saints beside,

Your glory shall be shown,

And all your body grown.