I Marvel
I marvel at the stunning beauty
in raw nature all around,
and my little piece of paradise
in our Northwest Puget Sound.
I reflect upon the memories
of this corner so neglected.
God has worked with me to find in it
more beauty than expected.
I believe He has been helping me,
I need not beg His pardon
for using His raw materials to
establish my loved garden.
I stand in awe of how He is there
with everything that I need,
the rich soil, the sunshine and rainfall.
Seldom do I need to plead.
I think I’ve grown very much in faith,
since I picked up that small hoe.
I dug a row for some flower seeds,
without believing they’d grow.
I understand I needed His help.
Each day has been a pleasure.
As I pick my beautiful roses,
I thank Him for each treasure.
Received 9th place in contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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