The Gentle Gardener
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The Tangled Garden, 1916, J.E. MacDonald, Canadian Artist
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Kneeling in prayer, I ask God for wisdom today;
Can you hear me God in your sanctuary way up high?
Yes, God knows my soul for he is my true pathway;
And I hear God's silent words falling from the sky.
As graceful angels sing me a sweet lullaby;
Oh God, I am darkness with feet stuck in clay.
Be still child, I will send the gentle gardener is his sigh;
Kneeling in prayer I ask God for wisdom today.
Then, mother comes to me on the wings of a blue jay;
Oh, no more capable messenger was my thankful cry.
For she was truly a gentle soul always blissful and gay;
Can you hear me God in your sanctuary way up high?
Mom planted a garden for the bird, bee and butterfly;
her flowers were wild, tangled and often went astray.
I was her assistant till the day we had to say bye;
Yes, God knows my soul for he is my true pathway.
Mom has wisdom boundless and I confide just like yesterday;
She has patience and listens till I feel that I have wings to fly.
Tells me, I have potential and will bloom like a flower in a sun ray;
And I hear God's silent words falling from the sky.
I am at peace in my soul now but I must ask God why, why?
Why is her wild tangled garden at our old house in decay?
Why did my young gentle gardener mother need to die?
Mom, remember how in lush meadows talking, we would lay.
Kneeling in prayer, I ask . . .
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June 13, 2022
Poetry/Rondeau Redouble/The Gentle Gardener
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1464-476-13
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Rondeau Redouble
sponsor, L Milton Hankins, Judged 07/05/2022
Sixth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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