Garden of Peace
Birds, books, and butterflies
peek out from amongst my flowers,
And, if you look, you’ll see wee elves
hiding amongst the bowers.
Blue jays, cardinals, and songbirds -
their wings go ‘round and ‘round;
A girl and boy, solar lights,
and welcome signs abound.
Take your eyes off all of these -
sit by fresh-mown grass;
See the array of coloured blooms -
dew shining like a looking glass.
I may have planted what you see
but God did all the rest;
He gave us heat and then some rain -
knowing just what was best.
I feel God’s pressence in my garden;
I know I hear His voice
Whispering through the leaves on the tree -
I listen! There’s no other choice.
A calm and quiet comes to me -
my cares just drift away;
Being in God’s garden of peace
is my way to spend a day.
©Joan Adams Burchell
June 10, 2005
