Monday, July 30, 2012

Flowers From The Winter Garden

Garden Magic

This is the garden's magic,
That through the sunny hours
The gardener who tends it, Himself

 outgrows his flowers. 

He grows by gift of patience,
Since he who sows must know
That only in the Lord's good time
Does any seedling grow.

He learns from buds unfolding,
From each tight leaf unfurled,
That his own heart, expanding,
Is one with all the world.

He bares his head to sunshine,
His bending back a sign

Of grace, and ev'ry shower becomes
His sacramental wine.

And when at last his labors 

Bring forth the very stuff
And substance of all beauty

This is reward enough.