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I was thinking about life this day, and how like a tended garden it is. I found a rustic frame and used flowers (and weeds) I'd pressed from my own gardens.
Wuffdawg...thank you for your comments. I went to Lion's Poetry site and copy/pasted from there to here for you (On pages 5-6 it's there with a couple others I posted...one a favorite from another author and the other I wrote after my Mom passed away.) Glad you enjoyed this one!
bj
GARDENS...by BJ
BJ- said: on April 16, 2008 11:36 AM EST In my profile is a photo of this one in its frame with a few of my flowers and weeds which were willing to participate in the pressing...
GARDENS...by bj
Life is precious, like a fragrant bloom...
We have its essence, and then it's gone.
From each life is scattered all the seeds
Of beautiful flowers, and of ugly weeds.
Precious seedlings are sheltered and saved
For nurturing the beauty of those who gave.
Weeds, too, are sprung...we strainedly pull...
Sins choking beauty, stifling sweet scent
As essence of life is gradually spent.
We must care for the garden of our soul.
And when we are done, our Master calls home
His Lovewind breathing on delicate bloom...
Floating petals and seeds among all those we leave
To be cared for, or pulled, as the Gardener needs.
Wow BJ. I like how you did this too! Now, would you mind posting the poem part a bit larger? Me and my glasses---I just can't quite read it all and I really want to!