Reading through some of the beautiful poems in response to d’Verse’s garden prompt, brought so many memories back from my childhood. Both my grandparents had beautiful gardens: one was neatly presented and tenderly kept, full of the most stunning roses and a passionfruit tree gave us deliciously iced (frosted) summer cakes. The other was more rogue, full of currents and gooseberries that my Grandma served cooked in sugar on top of our porridge in the morning. Dispersed between the bushes and plants was also a fun mini golf course: a treat for all us grandkids.
But I also remember the long bike rides through the Bavarian fields full of wildflowers, where I spent almost 6 years of my childhood. And now I love visiting the tulip fields only a few minutes bike ride away from our Noord Holland home.
I found it uncanny though, that the same day the d’Verse prompt appeared that a dear friend (Bettie Gilbert) sent me her own garden poem that she had penned that very day, just after she and her husband had moved in with their daughter and family. They have left behind a treasured Wisconsin garden and home full of precious memories. And yet in that place of great loss, as her husband’s and her own deteriorating health have led to new surrenders, her heart filled with hope looking out on her daughter’s beautiful garden.
So, I asked her permission to share her poem with you at d’Verse and I am also publishing it as our next post (Day 6 of Part 3‘s Chapter 2) for Arise and Shine that we are publishing daily here, together. May it bless your heart, as it did mine.
A d’Verse prompt
Write about your own, your neighbor’s, or your city’s garden – or one that only exists in your imagination. Write about harvest, growth, decay – wherever the word “garden” takes you.
Isaiah 61:11 (NIV) For as the earth brings forth its sprouts,
and as a garden causes what is sown in it to sprout up,
so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise
to sprout up before all the nations.
The soil is my heart, LORD
but my heart belongs to You
The seeds of faith were planted by You
when You came to dwell
within . . .
As I watch the garden grow at
spring up new with luscious
So, too, You watch Your planting
And cause Your seeds so
Ringing, singing, springing up