PRAYER IN A GARDEN
Today the world seemed cruel, but evening hours
Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers,
I saw again familiar filigree
Of moonlight through my lacy Lilac tree;
I heard the robins stirring in their nest;
And saw the path that fairy feet had pressed;
Reflected stars were in my garden pool;
On my warm face the breeze was kind and cool.
The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud
Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see
The beauty that today was lost to me.
Dear god, who is so near to flowers, and birds,
Be nearer still, as I shall search for words
To thank Thee for the blessings night revealed,
Which through the day discouragement concealed.
Eva Sparks Taylor
2 comments:
A wonderful poem which reminds us that GoD's love constantly surrounds us and can be seen in the soaring wing as well as the falling leaf.
I have just come upon your page and this little poem has lifted my heart. In a world that rushes so quickly by its nice to have a hitching post where one can rest up and leave refreshed. Long may you continue to produce the 'Dew' blog and renew tired old pilgrims like myself who are just a little overawed by the mighty world wide web !
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