The Gardener
In every way we differ,
In every way the same.
We converse in nightly silence,
Daily He calls me by name.
Come with me, work in my garden,
Under the wide open sky;
Feeding and pruning the flowers,
Tending to all that will die.
The hours spent there together
Pass week to week into years.
Our differences gently fading
As twilight calmly appears.
Leave with me, walk from my garden,
Enter the wide open sky;
Where only the faithful will see
Only believers will fly.
Joann Grisetti has been writing for 45 years. She is a retired teacher from Florida. She receives encouragement from her daughter and has recently enrolled in a creative writing workshop. She is a member of Poetry Soup. You can read more of her poetry there.
Such a beautiful write, love the flow and spiritual message.. very well done. much enjoyed. take care best wishes. Pete.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful write, love the flow and spiritual message.. very well done. much enjoyed. take care best wishes. Pete.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading your awesome and sentimental write here this morning my friend! What a lovely piece, Great work,
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A powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem that reflects the saying, "Wer'e closer to God in the garden, than any place else on earth. Thanks for sharing. SuZ
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