The Well-Grounded Garden

As I walk through my garden,
I can't help but feel content.
To have sown those good seeds in the soil,
And watch them grow.
Saturated with light and sweetness,
They try to touch the sun.



(My White Sonora Wheat in my Garden)

The wheat has grown- Oh so tall!
To joyously dance and sing in the wind.
Without a care in the world.
Because they know with a confident assurance,
That they'll always be replenished.
That they'll be fed with light, God's light.
To take part of God's plan, even a small one.
And they are content.

And if at times there is a drought,
And the heat becomes suffocating.
They continue to breathe freely,
For they know this is not their true home.
In the Kingdom of God, it is truth.

 

 The soil is rich with Love,
And the light has a dash of Comfort.
The wind has an aroma of Completeness,
And the water abundant in Joy.
The Father comes around to see them,
To caress His loved one.
And to breathe on them a waterfall of Acceptance,
Because they stood true to him on Earth,
And they knew that He was the Living Water.

 

By R.E. Smith (ConsumedinFire)