Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Ensnared by the world not able to let go to break free of the briars going with the flow Captured ...
God planting a seed a hope for reconciliation one people, one hope in him after major pruning Turning his back ...
The journey of planting of the growing garden a wonderful metaphor, an image for the sharing of love the message ...
We are our own creators the work of our lives growing our own gardens if only in our minds All ...
Sometimes in chaos the gardens of our lives new shoots starting a cacophony of sights Colors garish and soothing at ...
Like a good parent an assistant to the potter a servant of the gardener there when the master calls Watching, ...
The gleanings of the pruning that the trees would be more fruitful a sprig of apple limbs fallen to the ...
Stay firm, alert ready when we are called to bear witness obedient, faithful servant doing the master's will carrying on ...
Our lives marked, recorded in moments of joy and in seasons of fire learning through our trials, through our struggles ...
To each, tasks to perform tilling, scattering, seeding, planting watering, weeding, pruning tending the garden, the work of other hands ...
Merely shoots on the vine not yet branches not bearing all the fruit I could bear so I feel, so ...
Our lives, changed, tested, melted, molded in the flames, in the struggles, in the challenges the heartache, in the trials ...
We are commissioned as he was sent by God, by the empowering of the spirit to continue his service, his ...
The hands of a servant, cleaning their feet, caring for the sick, working the land tilling the soil, carrying the ...
Falling into your word, the living waters of scripture being fed with the law, the precepts, the stories of your ...
What would be said, if we were to close; who would know, who would care? What is our niche, our ...
The predator will lie down with the prey all will eat the grass, all will be at peace so the ...
Not the tent. the brick, the stone, the wood, a foundation, walls, maybe even plumbing, if we bring the story ...
Seasons of life, of the church of nature, metaphor and allegory parable and tale, woven with wisdom with truth, for ...
Walk in the park By the pond A sturdy trunk Branches hacked By rough pruning Yellow lichen Moss Speckle the ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
Pruning the rosebush the ache of the summer heat on my shoulders, the feel of the living stalk between fingers, ...
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