 ~ Joan Adams Burchell ~ I'm In My Garden As I kneel and weed in my flower beds, my favourite hymn I hear; The words take on new meaning as I quietly work with what's dear. Pink roses hear the music-of-my-mind and sweet strings of a violin play; Lilies join with a cello and the daisies start to sway. Bellflowers, white and angelic, give the peaceful sound of the harp; Lupins add a soft, loving chord that touches the bass in my heart. Lavender, like the sound of a flute, beckons Cupid's Dart And its clarinet softly wakens Cranesbill and sax is now, too, a part. Hollyhocks blow on the trumpet and the clematis starts to sing; Hostas play a gentle drum and a bird comes in on a wing. The Linden is the conductor and it beckons the Spruce to join in, So softly and gently the cymbals take part and a butterfly wanders in. This early-morning orchestra is sent from heaven above; As I come to my garden alone each day, I hear God's words of love. He speaks to me and I listen as He bids all nature sing For I am in God's garden of love and His peace to me He does bring. Copyright Joan Adams Burchell Joan's website: Along Poetry Road |