Fading Flowers

“The flowers which grow in earth’s garden wither in our hands while we
smell at them.”

They are as frail as they are fair. They grow ont of the dust, and to the dust must they return. As Herbert
says,

“Their root is ever in their grave,
And they must die.”

How speedy is their withering, they are gathered by the hand, and laid before
us, and they wilt and become sickly, fainting, decaying objects. At the very
longest, their lives smile through a day or two, and all is over.

Which of earth’s joys is better than her flowers ? Health flies, wealth takes
to itself wings, honor is a puff of air, and pleasure is a bubble. Only from
heaven can we expect ” pleasure forever more,” and “everlasting joy.” The Rose
of Sharon blooms through all the ages, and the Lily of the Valley, which is
Jesus himself, out lasts all time,—yea, this is the only Everlasting Flower,
for he only hath immortality. Why, then, should we seek for the living among
the dead, or search for sub stance in the land of shadows ? Henceforth, my soul,
gather thy Hearts-ease in the garden of the Lord, pluck thy Forget-me-nots from
beds which Christ has planted, and look for thy Crown- Imperial only in the
Paradise above.

The flowers of the field are children’s adornments. See how the little ones garland
themselves, and fashion chaplets with the buttercups and daisies. Earth’s
loveliest joys are good child’s play ; but, my soul, thou hast to act a nobler
part : seek thou the bliss which fadeth not away. Turn thou to God, thine exceeding
joy, and then if thy years be multiplied upon earth thou shalt have a life-long
possession, or if thou be caught away suddenly thou shalt carry with thee in thy
bosom the rosebud of a life which will open to perfection in the land where
fading and withering are things unknown.

Charles Spurgeon, “Illustrations and Meditations”