Garden of Life
I was conceived from a tiny miracle seed
That took nourishment from my mother and grew
I was born and absorbed wisdom from all around
Wisdom—that produced intellect seeds—reasoning power
That I cultivated into the personal garden of life I knew.
Surrounded by this budding garden of life
I tended and planted with particular care
Wanting it to bloom and blossom with beauty and love
Constantly pulling out the incessant weeds
That kept sneaking in like stealthy thieves there.
I quickly learned my beautiful garden
Must be tended with constant devotion and love
I must always choose between good and bad
Fight temptation present everywhere I go
Prevent weeds that offer doom and despair.
Life as I learned to live it, speak it, experience it
Was based on the choices I chose to make
A constant challenge between choosing good or bad
That would set the paths in life I would take
To create a flower garden of life, or a patch of weeds.
© 2009 Jeanette Cooper
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Very much enjoyed this resonate write.
carolyn
I think all too often we make decisions in life without contemplating or even caring about the kind of life we're creating. It might catch our attention if our every act were represented by a paintbrush stroke on the canvas of life and periodically we were given a look-see of what kind of painting we've been creating.
With this posting, perhaps some of us will stop to take a look to see whether we have, in fact, created "a flower garden of life or a patch of weeds."
A powerful write! Thank you, Jeanette.
Richard
Sheila
With Love,
Cindy
Must be tended with constant devotion and love
How so very true.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D