Sunday, 15 September 2013

Sunday in the garden

On this glorious Sunday I am potting up seedlings.  I'm standing in the sunshine at my potting table while my children play around me.  This beautiful poem keeps running through my head.
 
God's Garden
 
THE Lord God planted a garden
In the first white days of the world,
And He set there an angel warden
In a garment of light enfurled.

So near to the peace of Heaven,
That the hawk might nest with the wren,
For there in the cool of the even
God walked with the first of men.

And I dream that these garden-closes
With their shade and their sun-flecked sod
And their lilies and bowers of roses,
Were laid by the hand of God.

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,--
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.

For He broke it for us in a garden
Under the olive-trees
Where the angel of strength was the warden
And the soul of the world found ease.

Dorothy Frances Gurney
 
 Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, I hope you're having a beautiful day!


3 comments:

purplepear said...

I love that poem. I have part of it in a cross stitch that I made. And yes my Sunday is going very well. Just picked up two new additions to the farm.

theroadtoserendipity said...

We found a plaque in our garden, under the undergrowth and tangled mess that we inherited with the verse that starts "we are nearer..." Lovely poem isn't it :). Cheers for sharing it :)

africanaussie said...

love that poem, and it sounds as though your day was just perfect!