For those of us who enjoy gardening, this time of year is always a busy time. Things are blooming, and the recent rain brought an abundance of weeds. Like our gardens, we must remember to extract from our lives that which is not beautiful or healthy to the growth of life. Sin, like a weed, will choke out the strongest of flowers, making them unhealthy and weak. I love the newness that Spring brings to my yard, and at times I am so inspired by God‘s gifts, that I will occasionally write about them. The following is a short poem that I wrote last year while sitting among my flowers in the early morning hours of dawn. I hope it inspires you to enjoy the beauty of God‘s creation.
My Garden
My garden isn’t perfect, but you must understand
that every flower that you behold
was planted there by hand.
There’s trees and shrubs, and bulbs and things,
and weeds of every kind,
and some I do not recognize that some bird left behind!
To watch the busy hummingbird that lands to take a drink -
It’s wings a-flutter as it tastes the honeysuckle pink,
is time well spent, as moments spare
the watcher from his task,
for every moment spent therein, is a moment spent relaxed!
I could not see a flower, and not bend in to smell
the fragrance of the heavens - here, God does surely dwell!
I ponder all the sacred gifts the Master gave to share.
How truly sad the world would be, if flowers were not there!