Wednesday, May 26, 2010

A Poem


The kiss of the sun


for pardon,


the sound of the birds


for mirth.


One is nearer God's heart


in a garden,


than anywhere else on earth...

With joy,

13 comments:

  1. Speechless!!! A lovely post, Renee :) Best wishes, Jenny

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  2. Friends of our family onw a large mum farm, and I used to work parttime there when I lived at home. This poem was posted on one of the farm buildings, and I always loved it. Thanks for the memory.

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  3. A beautiful illustration to the poem, and I want every one of those beautiful quilts!

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  4. How beautiful and peaceful.

    Enjoy your son...I remember those days also...one just graduated from college in December, another in college.

    I miss their footsteps in the house, I don't know when I will get use to them not living at home...maybe you never do in some ways.

    Enjoy your son....ours played basketball and baseball.

    Janette

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  5. Wonderful poem and pictures!

    blessings,

    Christa

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  6. Thanks for a lovely post, Renee!

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  7. Sweet...............blessings Ria......

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  8. Oh, I love your poem and your garden is wonderful. It is so true and I feel his presence when I am working in my garden or just enjoying the beauty of it which comes from Him.

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  9. What beautiful words and pictures!! That pink highchair is so sweet!! I love it! :)

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  10. Pretty gardens, quilts and poetry. Love it.

    jody

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