Poems (Hoffman)/Rosebuds (Impatient children, we, who cannot wait)
ROSEBUDS
Impatient children, we, who cannot waitFor time and sunbeams to unfold the buds,We spoil His roses when we try to bloom These plans of God's.
These perfect plans, all folded close and tightFrom curious, prying eyes,Waiting for God to say: "It shall be light," And give us sweet suprise;
For certain as the velvet buds unrollTo charm our eager gaze,God shall unfold each sunbeam-painted scroll Writ with His mysteries.
Shall we make blighted and distorted things(God's good work ruined by a human hand)Of that which might become, we cannot think How beautiful and grand?