Orchids – A Song Born from a Blossom

Описание: This composition was created to help us pause in the rush of daily life and look closely at the beautiful works of God. The melody, born from the heart of an orchid, invites us to reflect on His qualities, His love for us, and the wisdom woven into every detail of creation. A gentle violin voice rising from a blossom, calling us to breathe, observe, and feel the presence of the One who shaped all beauty.

A song born from a blossom. A moment to slow down.

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How wondrous are the orchids’ gleaming faces,
They captivate our wandering eyes anew.
They seem like thoughts embodied in their graces,
Surprising mind and dazzling every view.
Look at a petal’s subtle transformation—
A bird, a beetle, or a comic guise.
As if some secret art or revelation
Awakens wonder, fresh before our eyes.

God wished that we would marvel, softly smiling,
At every leaf and every tender line.
That beauty, in its humble self‑unveiling,
Would touch the soul and make its light align.

Their bloom and fragrance stir a living wonder,
And set the trembling heartbeat into flight.
In them we glimpse creation shining yonder,
A gift to help us taste life’s pure delight.
The Maker shaped all this for our elation,
Adorning earth with love in every part.
He is the wise, eternal Sculptor, whose creation
Brings gentle comfort to the seeking heart.

God wished that we would marvel, softly smiling,
At every leaf and every tender line.
That beauty, in its humble self‑unveiling,
Would touch the soul and make its light align.

God wished that we would pause, not rush through being,
And look within this world with quiet care.
To share in simple joys of daily seeing,
And let our souls find depth and meaning there.
So study every random pattern’s weaving,
Receive its joy, and let all haste depart.
A flower, in its sacred mystery breathing,
Is heaven’s present for an open heart.

God wished that we would marvel, softly smiling,
At every leaf and every tender line.
That beauty, in its humble self‑unveiling,
Would touch the soul and make its light align.