The Iris Will Bloom

The iris will bloom

   when we are all gone,

      sending color forth

        as winter's hold wanes.

          Tho' we dig and plant,

            we shall all be gone

when the iris blooms.

Short timers are we 

  who walk as life's lords

     thinking we shall be

       now and forever,

         yet always tis' true,

           we shall all be gone

when the iris blooms.

Maybe we shall see,

   one more time in Spring

     the shades of purple

       on the bearded one

         but lest we forget,

           we shall all be gone

when the iris blooms.

Decades of winter

  may blow against us

    as grace will allow,

      God's purple glory,

        even as we know

          we shall all be gone

when the iris blooms.

 

This bearded flower

   brings us assurance

     that even though we die,

       we shall surely live,

         tho' it is still true

          we shall all be gone

when the iris blooms.