Each day I came here packing my pain trying to ignore my fear; hoping when I walked away I wouldn't feel weak and afraid; but whole again that day. I would sit in the same place absorbed in the beauty and seeing God's grace; knowing He intended for me to be mended. I cut off the brittle ends, touched the velveteen rose, and waited while new growth begins. Wicked winter freezes wearing on roses hoping to be; So I cut and trim just above the root; so when the moon dims and morning sprinkles its dew. The garden and I become new.
Julie ------------------------- [i]Your most prized possessions will be what you hold in your heart not in your hand.
My garden is the place my soul feels most at peace ... no matter how troubled I might be at the time .... Julie, wonderful imagery ... I can see you there, in the garden,tending the roses .... I love the message here too Beautiful work Wonderful to see you here ... L, Shannon
A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire! Shannon
Julie: I don't have a single rose out in my garden at the moment but I do have one beautiful tulip that's the most fantastic colour of deep peach and tomorrow morning as I watch it open, I shall think of you..