Someone once wrote, 'One is nearer to God in a garden than anywhere else on Earth.' I agree, as do most other gardeners.
I took a walk among the blossoms
In this morning's early light.
I marveled at the sweetness
Of every thing within my sight.
I wandered o'er the muddy path
Examining each bloom.
And I thought how bright the colors were
In every garden room.
I heard each special birdsong
As the winged creatures took to air.
I felt the blessings fall on me
As I whispered praise while walking there.
I bent to catch the fragrance
Of the rose, still damp with dew
And I thought I heard God whisper
"I made this all for you."
May 9, 2009