Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.
Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.
Hope lies in having more faith in the power of God to heal us than in the power of anything to hurt or destroy us. In realizing that as children of God we are bigger than our problems, we have the power at last to confront them.
Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.