Bulbs and Men

My tulip-bed...
Has bulbs beneath.
With growing power,
Each is bequeath,
To come forth in the spring.

Upon their heads,
I lay a mass.
For nature's sake,
Some tufts of grass.
To ease the harshness of the cold.

My vision waits,
For colors bright.
When cells explode,
To give me sight.
That I might see the beautiful.

Men are like bulbs,
With inward drives.
Endowed by the master,
To build their lives.
By the tests of mortality.

Upon their heads,
Great power is felt.
Faith beareth them on,
Where strength is dealt.
And fit for the kingdom.

E.P. 1908 - 1989