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"Gardener Of Love" I'm not rich with money And be, I never will For it's not a path I've chosen Nor in my garden, till. Other things matter most And always will to me, Things born of Love Our eyes can never see. Only a humble heart Can in their heart sow The seeds producing flowers Of Love to then only grow. There is no room for ego; There is no room for hate, Nor for greed and selfishness, With Love inside a garden's gate. When we plant the seeds of Love, It's a priceless, worthy toil, Since all opposing weeds Are then banished from our soil. All the weeds of traits Upon which the ego feeds, Will have nowhere to germinate, Where Love is all that breeds. As with any garden growing, There's a need for rays of sun, But too, there must be rain For growing to be done. As better gardeners we become, We learn that toil and pain We must endure and overcome, If we hope to harvest gain. When we fertilize with kindness, With compassion and with care, With empathy and forgiveness, We'll have lots of Love to share. As our garden grows in riches That can't be by money bought, Only those with weedy gardens will Resent us for what they haven't got. Blessings we tend to overlook And not realised, hence, before, Love gives us the vision to see How blessed we are and more. Then for our many blessings, With gratitude, we garnish Our garden with more beauty, To polish, instead of tarnish. In the process of our growing We learn what matters most, That humility and modesty Trumps ego within us to host. We learn money and possessions Are at best barely secondary And cultivating traits of Love Are foremost, first, and primary. We learn that contentment And a peaceful state of mind, Brings happiness and joy That by money we can't find. We learn that our wants Become then less and less; As long as our needs are met, Our life reaps happiness. When our needs are met Is when we have enough; Is when we feel contentment, With no want for other stuff. I'm not rich with money And be, I never will But my garden's rich with Love, Since Love I choose to till. I'm not rich with money; It matters not to me, For I'm a Gardener Of Love, As God wants me to be. Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2018-09-28 11:48:00 (EDT) All rights reserved.

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Gardener of Love

"Gardener Of Love" I'm not rich with money And be, I never will For it's not a path I've chosen Nor in my garden, till. Other things matter most And always will to me, Things born of Love Our eyes can never see. Only a humble heart Can in their heart sow The seeds producing flowers Of Love to then only grow. There is no room for ego; There is no room for hate, Nor for greed and selfishness, With Love inside a garden's gate. When we plant the seeds of Love, It's a priceless, worthy toil, Since all opposing weeds Are then banished from our soil. All the weeds of traits Upon which the ego feeds, Will have nowhere to germinate, Where Love is all that breeds. As with any garden growing, There's a need for rays of sun, But too, there must be rain For growing to be done. As better gardeners we become, We learn that toil and pain We must endure and overcome, If we hope to harvest gain. When we fertilize with kindness, With compassion and with care, With empathy and forgiveness, We'll have lots of Love to share. As our garden grows in riches That can't be by money bought, Only those with weedy gardens will Resent us for what they haven't got. Blessings we tend to overlook And not realised, hence, before, Love gives us the vision to see How blessed we are and more. Then for our many blessings, With gratitude, we garnish Our garden with more beauty, To polish, instead of tarnish. In the process of our growing We learn what matters most, That humility and modesty Trumps ego within us to host. We learn money and possessions Are at best barely secondary And cultivating traits of Love Are foremost, first, and primary. We learn that contentment And a peaceful state of mind, Brings happiness and joy That by money we can't find. We learn that our wants Become then less and less; As long as our needs are met, Our life reaps happiness. When our needs are met Is when we have enough; Is when we feel contentment, With no want for other stuff. I'm not rich with money And be, I never will But my garden's rich with Love, Since Love I choose to till. I'm not rich with money; It matters not to me, For I'm a Gardener Of Love, As God wants me to be. Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2018-09-28 11:48:00 (EDT) All rights reserved.