The Neglectful Gardner

It was late when I walked into the garden…
Weeds had grown around the flower-beds and the dirt was cracked and dry…
Neglect had shown its ugly head and in disbelief I cried…
Lord, I’m sorry for not tending the garden the one you sent me too
I was tired and lonely in the garden I wasn’t thinking of you…
I didn’t want to take the time to water and fertilize, to prune and love
the precious earth that you said was mine…
Little creatures of every kind have taken its toll on the beautiful vines
What once was tended with loving care,
Has become weeds and tares…
Forgive me Lord; I’ve been selfish and unkind, living my life my way, not thinking of
The garden that needed my time…
The ones who will never bloom, because I decided, to walk on too soon…
The ones who died of thirst, because I didn’t want to care for their wounds…
The ones who were young and the ones that were old…left all alone with no care,
They withered beneath the scorching sun, you had chosen me, but all I did was run…
I’m sorry Lord, for all I’ve done…
I bow on crumbling ground and ask you to forgive me…
I will take up this task once more, to tend the garden where you sent me…
I’ll work and plow and dig in the dirt, with hand and sweating brow…
For this garden is yours after all…I won’t ever again let you down…
The roses they will bloom again, and the honeysuckles scent, will rise in fragrant adoration to the one who gives them life…
The fruit trees and honey bees will awaken at the sound
Of little birds singing, in their branches will be found…
New life will spring up and the sun will warm the flowers…
I’ll give to you, my all, dear Lord, and in every waking hour…
This garden will flourish and come alive…I promise they will survive
I’ll take my place in the garden Lord; the harvest will be many…
And you will walk among the grounds of a Garden where there won’t be any…
Briars or tares or weeds, oh no…just beautiful flowers from tiny seeds
Springing up to you, in glorious deeds, of fragrant lasting love…for thee!
~Marla Shaw O’Neill August 18, 2017
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Then the Lord answered me and said:
“Write the vision
And make it plain on tablets,
That he may run who reads it.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.
“Behold the proud,
His soul is not upright in him;
But the just shall live by his faith. Habakkuk 2: 2-4

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