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Garden Oasis Amongst the bees and the hummingbirds, I find my peace in my garden oasis. My thoughts become sorted, by the peaceful purpose of eliminating weeds The enemies of my soul. We all have our place in the harmony of this race. The bees are doing their part. The hummers provide a beauty that is unmatched with their fast-fluttering wings. My purpose, to end destruction and the choking out of the beauty. It is a race of time and space. The weeds entangle and wrap around all that is beautiful and must be eliminated. Control is a facade, in these beds of glory. As I fervently yank the torturous weeds from their seemingly rightful existence and toss them in a bucket. They are tenacious and unrelenting. I see glorious Clematis vines climbing higher and higher, reaching to the top with no limitation. They spread high and wide on their trellis Reaching as far as the heavens, without reserve. Colours of purple and pink and scarlet are placed all around the fence amongst their supportive greenery. A delight to behold in harmony and balance the strategic placement to splash colour like an artist’s brush on the dull grey fence. A beautiful shiny, yellow choir of angel flowers shine as they are made to do, in all their brilliance. The large, red petals of the hibiscus fill the shades of green as they are being attacked and eaten by some unseen pest. They are impossibly large and are the survivors and the thrivers of the garden. The leaves and stems of the beautiful daisies So innocent and pure A reminder of simplicity at its best The Hosta’s and the rock garden seem to manage with very little love… The shrubbery and perennials fulfill their mission. Peaceful coexistence and of shining in their due time. Their sole purpose; to give glory and feed God’s creation! I find my peace in all of this, on a glorious July day! I wage my war amongst the weeds, Finding serenity for my soul. Connection to the one who made it all possible! Written by Grace Daub March 11, dreaming of summer gardening Entered in Garden Inspirations Contest BJ Legros Kelley

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Date: 6/16/2022 12:06:00 PM
ahhh the grace of a gardener with a quill...such a luxurious line by line, more so the beauty held therein....thank you and remember no weed goes unacknowledge by Him....as well i remember humans hold the sparrow with little regard but He knows them all
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Grace Daub
Date: 6/17/2022 5:04:00 PM
Thanks for your kind words! I appreciate that you read and encouraged. Lol I love the gardener with a quill comment. It is comforting to know that all of these intricacies are held together by the maker of the universe and yes a small sparrow is loved as well! Thanks for reading! Grace
Date: 4/20/2022 7:40:00 PM
"Amongst the bees and the hummingbirds, I find my peace in my garden oasis", "I wage my war amongst the weeds" - Beautiful. Congratulations!
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Grace Daub
Date: 5/16/2022 1:11:00 PM
Thanks for reading, I very much appreciate your comments!
Date: 4/20/2022 6:21:00 PM
Grace, I am a gardener too, this is a lovely poem <3 Thank you for your submission and congratulations on your high placing win in the Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest! :) <3
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Grace Daub
Date: 5/16/2022 1:11:00 PM
Thanks for the honour! Gardening is my happy place!
Date: 4/8/2022 4:26:00 PM
Grace, what a glorious tribute to the beauty of gardens. I love the line "Their sole purpose; to give glory and feed God’s creation!" I have often thought of weeding as a parable for overcoming sin and temptation - it's a never ending struggle, but if we give up the fight, they take over and choke out the beauty. So glad I found this today ~ John
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Date: 5/16/2022 1:14:00 PM
Thanks for your reading and commenting. I often get parables as I am gardening... those weeds sneak in and they very much can take over and strangle the beauty!!

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