Fall Garden Clean Up

It is fall clean up in my garden, Lord. I'm feeling guilty, sad, lonesome and blue. The grasses and the weeds have over run The lovely flowers, planted there for you. Is this a mirror to my life dear Lord? Have all my kinder deeds been overcome By ugly thoughts and hurting acts and words? Wild dandelion crowds out chrysanthemum? Forgive me, Lord, if I have failed to tend My garden in the manner that I should. I'd claim the days I spent so foolishly And use them more gainfully if I could. Now that I'm in the autumn of my days, I hope to take each day I have in store And spend each precious second of that time More usefully than I have done before. Now as I pull each baneful weed and grass, Removing each intruder one by one, I hope to stand before you judgment day Well kept, weed free, with all my gardening done. By Joyce Johnson For Constance a Rambling Poet's "I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart" contest Inspired by her "Working in The Garden" poem on page 7 of her file