Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Dear God,

In the garden your spirit is everywhere.  When a planted seed pops up through the soil your spirit is apparent.  When the trees dance in the wind there is no doubt you are leading the dance.  When a plant flowers for the first time you show yourself in its beauty.

I love to labor in the garden with you, O Lord, because the work is a prayer.  When I pull up a noxious weed or get the last of an old bittersweet root, I feel a sense of spiritual joy.  When I water the flowers and their wilted little faces rise up to the sky, I know you are present in the garden.  When I edge, creating a line between the sacred garden and the yard, I see your creative hand.  On my knees I pray for the world.  I sense my oneness with you and every neighbor. 

The garden is a school room, a teacher, where you lead me to insights, challenges, and truths.  You whisper in the gentle breeze.  You nudge in the uprooting of roots that lead to nowhere.  You bless when I find a marble, a coin, or tiny toy.  You point me in the right direction.  You teach me to value creation and listen to its marvels.  You lead me to you.

Blessed God,
thank you
for the lessons
of faith
I find
in the garden.
Thank you
for hard work
that pays off.
Thank you
for your
sweet voice
that spreads
good news
when I am
on my knees.

Love, Andrea