Garden # Five Minute Fridays
I wrote this poem about my girls…3 flowers in my heart garden, despite the fact that I cannot seem to garden anything green or fruit bearing…I hope these flowers are able to bear much fruit… with the care in my heart garden and the tending of Jesus the Master Gardner
The Garden of My Heart
Some garden roses, daisies, and lillies
Some garden green beans and sweet peas to freeze
But I can’t compete with the weeds and my watering skills are in desperate need...
I still like to garden despite, when it comes to plants I’m not I the know...
I garden small hearts to grow... big and full
Full of love, faith, and courage
I garden young minds hoping to grow wise and full... Full of wonder, excitement, and wisdom
Three little flowers grow in my garden under the eaves of a small white house
They grow sleeping beside each other cuddled in dreams
Three little flowers grow in my garden sitting round the breakfast table, gulping milk and licking syrup chins They grow in laughter, full bellies, and smiles.
Three flowers grow in my garden spread out on the rug; they lie on tummies reading stories. They grow in learning and ideas with hungry minds fueled with wild imaginations
Three flowers grow in my garden running through the back yard, six bare legs dancing in grass. They grow strong in warm sunshine and fresh air.
Three flowers grown in my garden wrapped in warm hugs, backs rubbed, and kisses given. They grow secure in God love and parents special care.
The flowers in my garden include...
A morning glory that twists up and is always ready to play
|Morning Glory…all day is morning…never sleepy Glory|
|The self named Rosebud…sweet and particular|
A butter cup that gleams yellow happy throughout the day
|my butter cup …joy and sunshine|
Three flowers grow in the garden of my heart I water them with love, my energy, and prayer
I have tend to the soil of my soul and let God weed out my thorns and stones with care
The flowers in my garden are my life’s greatest work ...Without the blooms my life would be bare. The garden of my heart, its my favorite spot even if its raining or fiercely hot.....
Beauty shines and the fragrance is sweet
Three flowers thriving in the soil of my imperfect but available soul,
God’s love shining down making them grow.