When I enter my garden at daybreak
as the first rays of light appear.
I listen to sweet sounds of birdsong
and I thank the Lord I can hear.
In my garden during the morning
as the rays of the sun grow bright.
I look around at the beauty
and then I give thanks for my sight.
In the afternoon in my garden
the garden which I love so much.
When I feel the soft green foliage
I give thanks for my sense of touch.
The fallen leaves in my garden
are much too precious to waste.
They nourish the vegetables and fruits
which I thank the Lord I can taste.
anon.
What a lovely poem thanks for sharing x
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ReplyDeleteWorth thinking about. Have a good weekend, Jille. x
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