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
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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