Have you ever had a garden that you loved and that you felt so free.
You take delight in your creation; you hold the key.
You sow, plant , water and watch it grow
With each seed, each blossom, God’s love you sow.
The morning dew drops are the tears of the divine.
He cries for humanity. He looks down and says, “they are mine”.
Each rose that blossoms in your Garden is a cherished gift.
Do not let the gift be prone to a sudden air lift.
Plant the seed of friendship; let God walk with you in the Garden.
There in your heart you will inherit a great fortune.
Let the tears of God water and wash the spiritual garden that is yours.
Then all the flowers, plants and new species will suddenly spore.
©Andrew Pell 02/09/06