When all the world around me
is filled with bitterness and gloom.
When emptiness and loneliness
fill up every corner of my room,
I journey to a distant place,
a place that once made me whole.
I travel the secret, hidden pathways
that lead to the gardens of my soul.
It once was a delightful place,
filled with kind and noble deeds.
A place where my sorrows disappeared
but now it is overgrown with weeds.
I take full blame for what it has become,
I knew everything I did was wrong,
but I began to sing of deceitful things,
instead of a cheerful, happy song.
In the spring I planted such awful things
hate, bitterness, pride, and greed.
I would have been much better off,
if I had only planted a different kind of seed.
Because then instead of finding a nothingness
I could have walked with faith, love, and peace.
But now I have changed my ways,
and filled my garden up with trees.
Oh how joyful the bluebirds sing
the bright songs that give me ease.
This is from my book of poems, “A Pocket Full of Poems,” subtitled, “Gardens of my Soul.” It is also available as, “A Purse Full of Poems.” Both are on Amazon.
What things have you planted in the gardens of your soul? For whatever you plant, that is what you shall reap when the harvest comes full upon you.
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