The Garden of Life
Weeds in the garden I sought to pull
After all they were quite brown and dull
Rain starved, many were shriveled and dried
Trampled and flattened, how could they survive?
I forgot about them as life got in the way
And thought I would leave the pruning for another day.
The heavens mourned as its bounty seemed lost
The clouds shed tears and the winter brought frost
Then the Spring sun smiled on the tiny weeds
As they struggled to survive certain death it seemed
The brown turned to green, and small flowers appeared
The tiny weeds blossomed, and flourished over the years
Our lives are weeds, often thought to be less
Till they are watered, nourished and blessed
Carefully prune the lost life with love
Saturate with hope and grace from above
Never lose hope for human weeds
When open eyes take time to see.
©?Deborah M Kelly 2023
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