The Ground I Stand On Is Holy

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I do not have to go
To Sacred Places
In far-off lands,
The ground I stand on is holy.

Here, in this little garden
I tend
My pilgrimage ends.

The wild honeybees
The hummingbird moths
The flickering fireflies at dusk
are a microcosm
Of The Universe.
Each seed that grows
Each spade of soil
is full of miracles.

And I toil and sweat
And watch and wonder
And am full of love
Living in place –
In this place
For truth and beauty Dwell here.

~ Mary de La Valette
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Women’s Ways of Knowing

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I sit among the willows, soft and still,
The hush of silence resting in my soul;
A fragrant flower calls to me, “Arise,
Walk tenderly the pathway of your heart.”
A bidding to release the pain of old
And live in quiet adoration of our Lord;
To strive for nothing other than his love,
And be the gentle flower, one, alone.

It is decided now, this verdant plan,
To grow more fully in the light,
To let the past be buried in the earth
The new seed nourished in his sight.
Awakening to the spring of garden’s fair
I reach unto the sun that draws me on;
Beginning to be settled in the way
Of solitude, of prayer, at One.

~  Anna Lin

Praise Song in my Garden

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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

Heavenly Sunshine

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“The daylight is lasting a little longer each day, and I walk around in the garden
looking for the green that I lost last autumn.  When I spy a leaf pushing up through
the soil, I feel like kicking up my heels.

I knew that spring was hiding in the winter garden all along.  It was tightly
curled inside the gray suede buds on the dogwood.  It lay out of sight under
the mulch, under a few inches of soil, in swelling bulbs and corms.  Now the
stirrings of life are everywhere as plants come out of their solstice slumber.
The garden is responding to the longer warmer days of spring.  It’s the
sunlight, now more abundant, that get the new growth going.”
~ Joyce Sackett  from In God’s Garden  Continue reading