Anthony Bianchi

Garden - Poem by Anthony Bianchi

Thank You Lord
For Sweet Repose,
And Diamond-Studded Days.
For Destiny,
To Sweeten Souls
In Oh So Many Ways!

Without Your Light,
To Guide Us By,
We Wouldn’t Have a Clue.
Thank You Lord
For this our Life,
And Everything We Do.

Sometimes We can Fertilize
The World with Words,
But Seeds Grow between the Spaces.

Maybe Some must Take,
But Others can Give,
All Together Now,
So We All may Live.

Welcome to my Garden!
All my Friends are Here.
We Weed and Prune all Day,
With Never Doubt Or Fear.

All Life We Live in Wonder,
In Hardship Clarified.
The River Flows so Slowly,
In Heaven Crystallized.

Topic(s) of this poem: religion, religious

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, October 26, 2015

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