Helianthus Flower
Bannerghatta, Bangalore
by L. Shyamal
Bannerghatta, Bangalore
by L. Shyamal
Song of the Gardener
I am your humble gardener;
Lord, you are the Greenhouse! My Divine Thumb!
I am fern with fronds misted with occasional tears
meant for my growth;
And then, Lord, a weed who has survived a drought
and doubled in size!
I am a flowering plant taking rests in order
to bloom again!
And, Lord, when I do, my open petals are, yes,
exquisite rich velvet, growing deep, yet delicate;
Admired by all, Lord! Take me, in my blooming
and resting; in my tears, and in my testing,
in my growth, and my surviving...I am Yours.
©1995 Connie Nelson Ahlberg
I am your humble gardener;
Lord, you are the Greenhouse! My Divine Thumb!
I am fern with fronds misted with occasional tears
meant for my growth;
And then, Lord, a weed who has survived a drought
and doubled in size!
I am a flowering plant taking rests in order
to bloom again!
And, Lord, when I do, my open petals are, yes,
exquisite rich velvet, growing deep, yet delicate;
Admired by all, Lord! Take me, in my blooming
and resting; in my tears, and in my testing,
in my growth, and my surviving...I am Yours.
©1995 Connie Nelson Ahlberg
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