Praise song in my garden,
wonderment, delight,
Gracefully the flowers
tell of gentle might.
Stillness rests about thee,
yet the song is heard,
Melding with the
heartbeat,
Whispering God’s word.
Oh, to be as flowers,
beautiful and bright,
Sharing mystic wonders
for others who seek light.
What shall be my colours?
What voice shall I say?
Will my life spread fragrance,
gently on the way?
Tiny beings, about me,
teach me so to sing;
Prayerfully a blessing,
every moment bring.
~ Anna Lin
Healing Soul Streams 