In my garden, God lives.
Each flower whispers His name
The air is filled with a fragrance
to which only He can lay claim.
He talks to me in my garden.
in the rustle of branches He’s there.
His beauty mirrored in flowers,
that with us He has chosen to share
He walks with me in my garden,
leaving His prints all around
In the grass waving on breezes,
He greets me without a sound.
In my garden God brings renewal
with a colorful show every spring
An explosion of perfume and petals
a promulgation of love from the King.
2 comments:
Marlene is to humble to take credit and sign her poems, by these are all originals from her >d>Heart & Soul.
Keep on, keeping on sweetie...
thanks sweetie but it just doesn't feel right to me to sign them.
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