Spiritual Journeys #2 |
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Soil |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
Winter comes and soil lays silent all the while preparing for new life decay has it's noble purpose of nutrition, to support the new seed of spring the flowers we loved have died bulbs sleep in hard darkness even broken insects lie here and all the while the roots of weeds wait in hope that little crop will take their place when the sun warms their bed when the sun turns its shining face again the hated worms will unpack the hardened places and life will form out of the dead out of the richness of all we loved and hated last year But what array of beauty will come! for this is the Gardener's garden, beloved and never without his plan |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
How very true! The rot and worms we shudder at, are the very things that make the soil rich for the lovely gardens we so admire. My husband uses compost barrels. Nice poem. Rae |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
Thank you Sandgrain |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Good one, Copperbell. *hugs*....jo |
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jody5 Senior Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 876California, U.S.A. |
Copperbell, That was a beautiful poem you wrote about nature and it's lifeforms and although I don't like insects I liked your poem because You carried me all the way to the end. Hugs Kimberly |
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