God with your loving hands you touched this
hard clay packed earth.
And beauty sprang forth without applaud.
Please bless me with the gentle touch
of your hand.
As I touch this earth with love and peace.
And look forward to the sprouts of spring.
In my garden, my quiet peace filled garden,
I feel your touch upon my heart.
As my flowers spring forth, I feel the
happiness my mother and grandmother felt
when they gardened.
And I feel them near me once more.
With my back aching I smile.
So much better to have an aching back then
an aching heart.
Thank you God for my garden.
And the love of a generation now with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am so touched by this poem, there are lots of feelings into those lines! Very well written!