I think that I shall never see
As lovely a “bouquet” as a dogwood tree.
Pink-flowered, or purple, or snowfall white–
They create a breathtaking sight.
They’re reflections of the Master designer–
Of all beauty He’s created, there isn’t much finer.
They do speak of the divine, for a legend they bear–
On each flower’s center, a “crown of thorns” is there.
Like the beams of a cross, the petals connect,
With rust-colored tips–of Christ’s blood they reflect.
It flowed from His veins, pierced with a spike’s metal,
Of which we’re reminded by a hole in each petal.
That dogwoods were once strong enough to be a cross is a story;
After Calvary, God took pity on them to yet speak of His glory.
But though just a story, not Biblical fact–
The legend has stuck and has made an impact.
For in springtime when blossoms of dogwoods begin,
We think not only of their beauty, but of our Savior within.
Then, too, it can be said that, after winter, when they flower,
they remind not just of the cross, but of Christ’s resurrection power!
P. A. Oltrogge
“Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.'” John 11:25