I crushed the lovely lilac bloom
Held fast within my fingers
And, heaven sent, that soaring scent
Still in my memory lingers
Jarred my jaded senses so
I thought not of the careless blow
Nor of the death to Beauty!

Eclipsing finery of Kings
The flowers God has so arrayed
Speaks of Wisdom’s higher power
And all The Artist’s Love has made
What fragrant oil, what floral blood
That courses through each tender bud
And sweetens every breath!

What blessed scent wafts through the years
From Him, that sweetest Bloom of all
Transplanted to such sinful soil
Yet faithful to His Father’s call
Bruised and crushed yet curse repealed
And now His empty tomb doth yield
The fragrance of forgiveness!


“But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, and by His scourging we are healed.”

–Isaiah 53:5

2 thoughts on “C R U S H E D

  1. Actually, I was in our own back yard crushing some of our own flowers (roses) and leaves of herbs (rosemary, thyme, chives), and remembered the first flower petals I ever crushed between my fingers to catch the scent (lilacs). One of my synapses fired when I was looking at the crushed, bruised, dying flower that had ‘given its all’ for my own fleeting, floral pleasure and thought of the Isaiah text. One word led to another… Glad you liked the piece. Longing for the day when the whole world will be filled with the fragrance of Christ…

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