Guest blogger Chloe Flanagan – Poem
Bug on a Flower
I am a bug on a flower,
A smudge on a looking glass,
A grain of the sand on the seashore,
A blade of the sun-withered grass.
I am a bug on a flower;
Not distinct like the butterfly,
Not so fierce as a hornet in summer;
As minute as a drowning fly.
Yet You, O God of all nature,
Still hear my murmuring prayer,
And did stoop to free my poor spirit,
Fast caught like a bird in a snare.
I am a leaf that is carried
By the slightest wisp of the wind.
Yet You, to my soul, weak and timid:
Your unfailing Spirit did send.