Blue Eyes

blue eyed grass / rejoicing hillsblue eyed grass / rejoicing hillsI found a beautiful patch of this blue-eyed grass while I was out walking a week or so ago.  They are tiny, delicate flowers and easy to miss on their long slender grass-like stems as they mingle in a sea of other less showy grasses—but aren’t they exquisite?!  They are really members of the iris family, but they remind me of spring crocuses with their pointed purple-striped petals and bright starry golden centers.

This week I went walking by the same spot again and stopped to look for them—but they were faded away and gone.  I couldn’t even manage to find the empty stems!  How glad I was that I taken pictures of these fleeting beauties when I did—and I was sharply reminded of truth this line from Isaiah 40:

“The grass withers, the flower fades…”blue eyed grass / rejoicing hillsAs I searched in vain through the grass, I walked past a great boulder that has been there for as long as I can remember, unfazed by cold or heat or any battering of the elements.  It’s dependable presence struck me as comforting in the moment—and then I realized what an appropriate contrasting illustration it painted of the rest of that verse:

“…but the word of our God stands forever.”  (Isaiah 40:8)

Flowers of the field, here today, gone tomorrow.

The Word of God, like a rock.  In all the fleeting uncertainty of this life, what a comfort that is!

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One thought on “Blue Eyes

  1. Beautiful. I have seen these flowers before but never knew what they were and they do look similar to the wild irises we have growing around here thank you, Beth

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