Marigolds (Robert Graves Poem)
With a fork drive Nature out, She will ever yet return; Hedge the flowerbed all about, Pull or stab or ...
With a fork drive Nature out, She will ever yet return; Hedge the flowerbed all about, Pull or stab or ...
Redeemed in the garden standing with Jesus on Easter morn' walking in the light Mary waiting questioning the gardener turning ...
Standing with the gardener naked in the garden trying not to be fig trees failing to bear fruit Being sent, ...
Like a good parent an assistant to the potter a servant of the gardener there when the master calls Watching, ...
The gardener interceding with the master praying for more time, another season another opportunity for forgiveness hoping we will bear ...
Repenting of our past changing our behavior growing strong in the word fed by the gardener wanting to show the ...
An orchard, a forest endless, continuous the gardener pleading that they, that we would not be cut down The gardener ...
Gathered in, into God's garner our treasure, our lives, like the wheat gathering in by the gardener, the landowner, fed ...
Our children, the fertile ground our lessons, our teachings the mustard seeds unpredicted futures; but the planting daily into the ...
The children in our congregation, in the community, the world the grapes of the vine, the fruit of the work ...
Abiding, living, growing in the vine drinking of the water, of the minerals, the life energy rising from the soil, ...
The kernel, the spirit waiting dormant within, the seed planted by the gardener kindled in the grace the moment of ...
Water they need, to live to grow the seeds, planted in the garden Add the water, each in their turn ...
Among the seeds, planted in the garden watered with the flowers, vegetables unwanted weeds, rocks of differing sizes, shapes unplanted, ...
The loving hands of the gardener adding water, sunshine, rich fertile soil to nourish, nurture, grow the seeds plants by ...
An unhappy owner a fallow tree a worthy gardener not giving up not yet, on his charge to care and ...
Oh change your ways you dead, dying tree turn from your thoughts law alone, hear, heed the new soil, the ...
A different messiah without armies or power came to be planted in the soil of the owner given love and ...
A tree, not bearing fruit A landowner impatient, ready to pass judgment, A gardener, ready to work, asking for more ...
I need the gardener to feed my roots, to bring water and light protection from the owner of the yard, ...
Fruitless figs in the yard of the landowner ready for the ax not living to their potential with loving hands ...
Three flowers bloom each day Falsely fragile Queen Anne's Lace Clump of effervescent Daisies A singular Black-eyed Susan Wildflowers all ...
Oh it will be wonderful At the end of the age For those who believe To see that heavenly place ...
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is. If ever hearts (and these immoderate leaves Are vegetable hearts) were worn ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
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