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
Beautiful!
Thank you!
What beautifully expressed ideas.
Thank you very much!