Let My Garden be a Song to You by a m king 2/14/2020

Let my garden be a song to you,

When dawn wakes the bird to praise.

Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!

Let the mocking bird lead the choir!


Let your light illuminate the colors of your brilliance!

A tapestry woven from the colors of you,

Thick and richly textured,

Life cloaks the naked sands.


Each leaf’s unfolded onto heaven.

Folded hands of all in prayer,

Branches reaching upwards onto glory,

Exclaiming the majesty of heaven.


Jewels of dew crown the spider’s web,

Proclaim the glory of the King!

Garlands of blossom petals,

Are strewn at Your feet.


The camellias proclaim the beauty of your glory.

Roses’ thorns the pain forgiveness caused.

No petal falls ,no petal opens,

Without your knowledge.


You sprinkle  the dew of your kindness,

On the cultivated and the weed,

Until it’s time to harvest

Then you separate the harvest from the seed.


This poem is about: 
My community


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