The Flowers Speak

Wherever there is room to grow we bloom

And offer to the Host our colours' prayer,

We grace the fabric of the Artist's loom

And cast our fragrance on His scented air.

Beautiful and humble and divine

The Garden of the Lord is our domain,

Who tends it shall his consciousness refine

That He may hear the chant of love's refrain

And deeper plunge to consecrate and know

That flowers are a symbol of Her grace,

The soil prepared our nature then shall grow

And blossom in the Spirit's timeless space.