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IN A GARDEN

In a garden I see

The context of All

From seedling to sapling

Through spring

And through fall

I see life as a cycle

Not a start and an end

A privilege my being

Every minute I spend

Awake and alive

Aware of the power

Around me and in me

Through each passing hour

The universe vast

With which I am one

Before life and after

My task’s never done

To be what I can

To give what I am

To grow for the good

Of creation

In a garden I see

The full process of life

I see power and passion

I see death

I see strife

A reflection of all

That surrounds me each day

An eternal progression

That leads to - or may

A far greater being

To a reason">

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IN A GARDEN

In a garden I see

The context of All

From seedling to sapling

Through spring

And through fall

I see life as a cycle

Not a start and an end

A privilege my being

Every minute I spend

Awake and alive

Aware of the power

Around me and in me

Through each passing hour

The universe vast

With which I am one

Before life and after

My task’s never done

To be what I can

To give what I am

To grow for the good

Of creation

In a garden I see

The full process of life

I see power and passion

I see death

I see strife

A reflection of all

That surrounds me each day

An eternal progression

That leads to - or may

A far greater being

To a reason, a cause

So I stop, look and listen.

I reflect.

Then I Pause.

Rod Jones