Part 3: Chapter 2 – Day 6: Ringing, Singing, Springing

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

Poetics: Garden(ing)

At d’Verse, we were prompted to engage in garden poetry writing.

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
my window
spring up new with luscious
dewy, green

So, too, You watch Your planting
And cause Your seeds so
Ringing, singing, springing up

to grow.


    1. Thank you so much, Helen. I can only imagine how hard it must be. I am only 40 myself. I hope you aren’t in too much pain and discomfort yourself.

      I visited a former neighbor of ours in a retirement home yesterday. Every time I go there my heart aches so much, as I walk past so many rooms with elderly women sitting all alone. I told my husband somehow it feels like we have it all wrong – that our society leaves so many shut up in little rooms all by themselves.

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    1. Yes, it is. And the fruits of the Spirit do come to mind, don’t they? Bettie’s poem is a gift.

      I hope you aren’t in one of the flooded areas in Germany, Claudia. So awful for so many.


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