The Garden

The Sunlight calls to me

through my closed eyelids

My garden whispers to my soul

“Wake up, Wake up!”


My mind begins to wander

down the garden paths,

Noting all the jobs

that await my eager hands.


So I wake and greet the day

I greet the earth and all creation.

My hands tend the soil,

The garden tends my soul.


Together we worship out Creator-

the earth and I, the steward.

We hear his voice and

Respond to His love.


by Holly K. Ross





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