Garnered seeds for the soul! (poem) by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER on AuthorsDen

Garnered seeds for the soul!
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER → (All Poetry by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Gold is too heavy to carry into heaven!

Garnered seeds for the soul! Much gold and silver I garnered not To store in vaults so deep Other treasures I had sought That does much longer keep I seeded flowers in the spring To see their beauty bright They�re being, others soon would bring To give my soul delight The little ladybug so cute The hummingbird so sweet Some would play the flute Others would just beep The little mole so helpless blind Would do what it does best Tunnel deep its food to find In velvet cloth was dressed A little mouse so sweet and dear For sanctuary sue It�s me it wanted near Sat once upon my shoe The chickadee my special friend It knew my heart so true Helping it for food to fend With open hand would woe The raven too, a special kind Sat eyes upon my soul To see if wisdom it would find Or just a darkened hole So many friends my heart did hold Magnolias in the spring From bumblebee to chipmunk bold All my heart made sing Little pups and kittens too My heartstrings plugged so strong When together we sang so true We had a special song Quiet conversations hold In spirits guest inhabit all Where all from Gayas fold Many tiny, or so tall In rainbow blends, and spirit song All would sing a tune Some would whisper, some sing strong Be it fall or June With heart and soul I listened in To see what they would share All innocent and bare of sin They loved that I did care And if a saw bug or a worm Cry out to me, watch out Or else their flesh be torn I heard their little shout I cared for where my boot would step Looked twice to see if friend Watch out and not forget Not cause them harm, or end What have I gathered you would say? If not emerald or gold? Have gathered riches that will stay And friends among Gods fold And should the time draw near As surely as it does For lack of friends I have no fear Or of financial loss Their love and wisdom in my soul Forever it shall be No need store riches in a hole All them I had for free When all our souls in Gods domain From earth bounds then set free Shall see them all again Without a bankers fee Riches in such vaults are stored Forever they will keep Will share them with you, and the lord No need, for me to weep! 05/01/2008

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on January 6, 2008

Awww, such an adorable owl, nice photograph. You always find ways to touch my heart and soul and this piece is one of your best yet....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Truly moving piece that touched a nerve!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Jasmin this is stunning and touching, Gods creations to touch our hearts,,,,truly a gift, and you show us the reason,,,,take good care of you also!
Love, Christine

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

With heart and soul I listened in
To see what they would share
All innocent and bare of sin
They loved that I did care

If only far more human souls cared as you do, what a truly wonderful world it could be.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

We should enjoy the last of the little, because soon, Mammon will exice everything else from the face of the earth.
That someone, like you, still does care should give a warning shot to those sitting on the fences waiting that others do it for them.
Great piece.
Georg

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on January 5, 2008

Sublime emotions meet knowledge to mingle with art and wisdom... A Paean to life "Garnered seeds for the soul!" ~ and a masterpiece was created to sing the treasure of Mother Poet.

I have enjoyed the reading of "Garnered seeds for the soul!"

I salute You, Poet.

In admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Excellent write, Jasmin; very well done! BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

What a wonderful write my friend, you've penned a beautiful tribute to life, and all the treasures that are laid up here will mean nothing when we get to Heaven for we can't take silver and gold, but we will share a wonderful life where the lion will lay down with the lamb and Jesus will light that glorious city...what so many call treasures here on earth are meaningless, what others envision as treasures lies within a small creature of God's created by His own hand...miracles my friend, that's what I see when I watch the little hummingbirds in my flower garden, or an inch work slowly making his way along the edge of the drive, and even the small little crawdads as they crawl along the bottom of the creek bed beneath the clear creek waters...all little gifts and miracles from Heaven...an inspiring write my friend, your work always moves me in a special way and speaks to my heart! Have a great weekend!
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Jasmin you are truly a descendant of St Franciss of Assissi! This poem is a glorious tribute to all living things and should enrich the lives of all who read it! Bless you!

ET