Gardening Varieties
by Kathy Warnes
Gardening
The leaves drift,
Over my garden
A crimson blanket
Smothering summer.
For reasons of His own
He flings them.
I don’t understand why
Yellow leaves herald
Icy white winter.
How can He allow
Such fragile fluttering?
Our hearts are like leaves
Vulnerable and finite
He shields them with His love
Until spring greens again.
Gardening
I’ve nurtured a garden to grow,
In the quiet places of my soul,
Some of the plants are going to seed,
And here and there pokes out a weed!
There are leafy green thickets dense,
Yellow sun flowers quite immense,
Somewhere in a dew-damp bed,
Blooms a rose, glistening red.
Bordered by thorns, jagged and brown,
Thorns perfect to construct a crown!
There in front of the garden gate,
The patient gardener stands and waits,
For me to explore and understand,
The soul He tends with loving hands!
Gardening
Patience is a seed planted in loam,
Encouraged with water and sweet words,
Fertilizer from the kitchen of home,
Added to droppings of neighborhood birds.
After repeated shining of sun,
Peering at plot several times a day,
Then a seed appears, one seed, just one!
Poking up its head, well on its way!
Patience is a struggling young vine,
Sun ripe, wind whipped, nearly torn apart
By eager eyes and hope warm as wine,
Hope keeps growing and blossoms a heart.
Gardening
The leaves drift,
Over my garden
A crimson blanket
Smothering summer.
For reasons of His own
He flings them.
I don’t understand why
Yellow leaves herald
Icy white winter.
How can He allow
Such fragile fluttering?
Our hearts are like leaves
Vulnerable and finite
He shields them with His love
Until spring greens again.
Gardening
I’ve nurtured a garden to grow,
In the quiet places of my soul,
Some of the plants are going to seed,
And here and there pokes out a weed!
There are leafy green thickets dense,
Yellow sun flowers quite immense,
Somewhere in a dew-damp bed,
Blooms a rose, glistening red.
Bordered by thorns, jagged and brown,
Thorns perfect to construct a crown!
There in front of the garden gate,
The patient gardener stands and waits,
For me to explore and understand,
The soul He tends with loving hands!
Gardening
Patience is a seed planted in loam,
Encouraged with water and sweet words,
Fertilizer from the kitchen of home,
Added to droppings of neighborhood birds.
After repeated shining of sun,
Peering at plot several times a day,
Then a seed appears, one seed, just one!
Poking up its head, well on its way!
Patience is a struggling young vine,
Sun ripe, wind whipped, nearly torn apart
By eager eyes and hope warm as wine,
Hope keeps growing and blossoms a heart.