Standing in my garden I come to realize
That part of the process is how big, how wide
How deep, what size…
How do I decide, on the things I want to grow…?
So I take out my shovel and I lean upon my hoe…
Scratching my head, I rub my nose…
Digging in the dirt, that’s all I know.
Sun’s hot today…trees stir in the breeze…
The dirt is warm and rich;
“Ah-chew”…I sneeze…
Turning the ground, earthworms move about…
Oh, this earth is fertile; my flowers will all burst out…
Pink fragrant Roses, periwinkles, and tulips too
Daisies and Sunflowers, and Morning Glories, blue…
Love, Hope and Joy I’ve planted them for you…
In the garden of a fertile heart, the flowers will come to bloom…
I’m glad I took the time to plant my garden with you…
“How does your garden grow?”
If you plant peace, than peace will grow in abundance…
And when you plant love…oh what fragrance…
Water them with wisdom, fertilize with grace, prune them vigorously and
You’ll never see disgrace…
Blooms of happiness will explode all over the place…
Your garden is your children and your children a treasured race…
Never let the world be the soil your children embrace…
They’ll know you, because of the time; you spend in the garden with them…
And when someone asks you, “How does your garden grow?”
You can tell them, it took patience, and long suffering, and diligence and perseverance, faith and time, and lots and lots of love…spent on bended knees and bent back, but in the space of time it’s all worth it just to hear…
Daddy, Mama, I love you for being here.
Thanks Papa God for my beautiful garden!
Marla Shaw O’Neill March 6, 2017
Psalm 127:3-5 The Message (MSG)
Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift?
the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows
are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
with your quivers full of children!
Your enemies don’t stand a chance against you;
you’ll sweep them right off your doorstep.
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