Poetry In Motion


Very often the term Poetry in Motion is used to describe anything other than gardening. When you watch a seed sprout, then nurture it as it grows and comes into bloom. You are watching Poetry in Motion. I Love working in my garden because this is when I feel very close to God. Here are some poems that describe the stirrings in my heart when I walk through my own little Garden of Eden. I hope you enjoy them!
 
 

MIRACLE
We muse on miracles who look
But lightly on a rose!
Who gives it fragrance or the glint
Of glory that it shows?
Who holds it here between the sky
And earth's rain-softened sod?
The miracle of one pale rose
Is proof enough of God!
Edith Daley

GOD'S GARDEN
God looked around His Garden,
and He found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
and lifted you to rest.

God's Garden must be beautiful,
He takes only the best.
He knew that you were hurting,
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
and the hills were hard to climb.

So He closed your eyelids,
then He whispered "Peace be thine."
It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.
Author Unknown
 

In Memory of our

Big Mama
Essie Lou Cosby

 

 

GOD IS EVERYWHERE

In a song on the air
The rose in bloom
A prayer in a quiet room

In the rain and thunder
In the sunshine from the sky
He is in the sea,
In the heart of You and Me.

In the touch of Your hand
In a smile,
In the face of every child.

He is in each sharing deed
And gentle word.
He is in the darkest night
And in the echo on a windy hill.

Katherine Ann Dunleavey

I SAW GOD WASH THE WORLD

I saw God wash the world last night
With his sweet showers on high,
And then, when morning came, I saw 
Him hang it out to dry.

He washed each tiny blade of grass
And every trembling tree;
He flung his showers against the hill,
And swept the billowing sea.

The white rose is a cleaner white
The red rose is more red,
Since God washed every fragrant face
And put them all to bed.

There's not a bird, there's not a bee
That wing along the way
But is a cleaner bird and bee
Than it was yesterday.

I saw God wash the world last night.
Ah, would he had washed me
As clean of all my dust and dirt
As that old white birch tree.

William L. Stidger

HE WHO OWNS A GARDEN

He who owns a garden,
However small it be,
Whose hands have planted in it
Flower or Bush or Tree;

He who watches patiently
The growth from nurtured,
Who thrills a newly opened bloom
Is very close to God

 Katherine Edelman


 


Quotes...


I do not believe in God, for that implies an effort of the will - I see God Everywhere! . . . Jean Favre


The sea is God's thoughts spread out . . . Charles Morgan


God is an utterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul . . .Jean Paul Richter


It is only by forgetting yourself that you draw near to God . . .Henry David Thoreau



 
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