garden verse

Marilyn thank you for sharing this lovely verse...
Sometimes it seems all of lifes questions, hold answers for me in the garden, if I will just be still and listen....
Connie
 
 The Garden SpiritI have searched the garden everywhereTo find the Tender One who rounds The tiny buds to bursting beadsAlong the branch,Who shapes the Lady Slipper For a fairy foot in Easter woodsAnd colors Baby Blue Eyes like the sky.I have hunted under rhubarb leaves,Around the roots of cedar trees,And even walked the paths at nightBy chance I might surprise some artisanAt work beneath the stars.But nothing, I find no one out thereTending to the essence of the garden,Deciding why the rose is red, the lily whiteOr ordering the quiet round of seasons.The spirit of this earth and all her creaturesLies within and not without.A holiness, a power and a mysteryBeyond our finest reasons.Author unknown

 
-----Original Message-----
From: owner-perennials@mallorn.com [owner-perennials@mallorn.com]On Behalf Of Don Martinson
Sent: Thursday, September 13, 2001 12:26 PM
To: perennials@mallorn.com
Subject: Re: OT -tragedy
 
The President has declared tomorrow, Friday, a national day of prayer and remembrance.For many, that may involve a house of worship.  For others, the peace of our own gardens can offer solace.  Consider the words of Wordsworth: But list! A voice is near;
Great Pan himself low-whispering through the reeds,
Be thankful, thou; for if unholy deeds
Ravage the world, tranquility is here!"    -Wordsworth, "Water Sonnets"   --
Don Martinson
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
l*@wi.rr.com
 
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