Best Pruning Poems
To awake the spiritual eyes in me,
I must die to myself, though unnatural it be.
Wake up soul, and see with new eyes,
how something lives why'll something dies.
Prune now my heart from bitter thorns.
Blow the trumpet, sound the horns!
Death to my will, my heart I give,
to the one who died so that I might live.
deadhead any grudges
slough off wilted feelings
instill a will to replenish
what was lost with more
abhor stagnation
regain greater growth
4-13-2022
I did not know I had a tree
that grows inside my soul.
A tree with over-grown vines,
that needs God's Spirit-filled designs..
I'll trim and cut and prune today,
all negative thinking in my way.
And Satan's weeds, oh, they must go.
They're crowding out good seeds that grow,
like love, joy, peace, long suffering,
gentleness, goodness, and more,. Gal. 5..22
that will make my Soul swell and soar.
And what ever we sow, we also will reap. Gal. 6..9
His word in my heart, His promises to keep.
Lord, cleanse me now of all my sins.
My Soul is yours for Souls to win,
that I may tell others of your love,
and Life Eternal with you above.
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PRUNING THE ROSES
Prune Roses here, Prune Roses there,
Dancing in my garden,
With Sweet William and Fred Astaire.
Wallflower there, Gardenia over here,
My Fuchsia’s looking bright,
I’m going to retire this year.
Working on the Rockery,
and making it a Dahlia routine.
The Hydrangea looks wonderful,
Magnolia’s standing supreme.
Perennials in here, Heather over there,
Talking to my Sunflower,
Petunia’s shrug and stare.
Slug pellets there, Slug pellets here,
Touch my French Marigolds,
and its salt on your tail my dear.
Love to spend the day, working in my garden,
Then relax in the evening sun.
Surveying creation all around me,
With a nice Cuppa and a Currant Bun.
You posture that smile
'Til it fits beneath guile and
Straightens my essence.
Many years ago, before realizing the power and value of pruning,
I watched in utter dismay as my neighbor cut back the limbs on
his front yard trees. I thought to myself, "Surely, they will die".
Fast forward a few decades. My bride pruned the rose bushes, and
I cut back the Crape Myrtles. I started in January, and we are
almost done with the pruning.
As frequently is the case, natural pruning has left me with a question.
Who shall prune and cut back on me in 2023? That is the question. Shall
I not yield to the saw and cutters as did the rose bushes and trees?
Nature's beauties never once resisted, nor did they insist that I cease
because I was taking something away or hurting them. I rather think that
they longed for my loving attention and care, as they and I anticipated
the beauty of new life bursting through their veins this coming Spring.
May The Lord extend his Grace to us as we are pruned by Him.
020923PS
The scream of the tree hewn down
Is drowned in the chainsaw sound.
In the silence afterwards
All is known
In the blood
On the ground.
Pair a practical woman with a dreamer
It may just work if she can
The reverse ~
Prepare for the worst to happen
If I pruned now
in the hotbed coals of summer heat
the sap would run, lapping at the trunk
trickling down the bark and diminish the bloom,
those hopeful dreams of next year growth
would easily fade away to leaves
and the flowering would disappear
so far now, after every rain
I hold myself back resisting
the growth spurts
of every bush and branch
waiting for the fall.
If it bears fruit prune it
If it bears no fruit cut it off
Just like the vine dresser does
Just like the true vine taught
Cut for it helps none
Prune and it will bear much fruit
The Master Gardener makes no mistake
About His pruning, nor of what He must break.
It's because He's The Creator of it all!
So He knows all that must fall.
Trusting, let your "Sap" of Spring-Joy flow,
Always and faithfully, even if you don't know
The ways or times of Harvest coming soon,
All the excellence and blessings in the time to prune.