Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Poetry Submissions

I'm rereading old poems I wrote long ago for some to rework and submit for a contest. Ran across this one which I like:

My Summer Garden

Carefully He took the shovel
and with deep intent
turned the soil over
only to find clod after clod
of cement consistency

Preparing the soil
to receive seeds
must be done before
the growing and harvest

Clinging to useless habits
of mind and body
that limit my growth;
patiently He persists,
reluctantly, I yield

Seeds are planted
to be nurtured or ignored
It's up to me

5 comments:

gremhog susan.hatch@gmail.com said...

very nice...and by the way, Yes I am reading through your family history. But you know the mood I've been in, so it's taking longer than even I had thought.

dellgirl said...

Just stopping by to say a quick "hi", been overly busy the last few days.

I like the poem.

Musings said...

Oh Wow! I like this very much, indeed.

mom/caryn said...

This is a favorite, Lin.

SandyCarlson said...

Makes me think of the hymn, "Prepare Ye the Way of the Lord." A favorite. John the Baptist was talking about a whole turning over of the landscapes of our lives. And that is challenging work! I love this.