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There grows a garden deep within, in soul’s most secret soil, where ferns of fear and flakes of doubt can daintily uncoil. The seeds I plant in mindful ways take root and multiply, so if I want to harvest hope, my thoughts must hover high.
There grows a garden deep within,
in soul’s most secret soil,
where ferns of fear and flakes of doubt
can daintily uncoil.
The seeds I plant in mindful ways
take root and multiply,
so if I want to harvest hope,
my thoughts must hover high.
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A garden in my soul. I like that.
The question always remains – what are you planting? A nice reminder for myself to be careful of what I allow through my mental filter…
Indeed.
Beautifully said…good reminder that whatever kind of seeds we plant…they grow. Love the poetry. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks so much, Patty! Glad that you stopped by! 🙂
I love the look and sound of this kind of “Secret Garden”, Melody!
Blessings ~ Wendy
Well – with the temps dipping into the mid -20s tonight, I have to think of a garden growing SOMEWHERE!!!! 🙂
You’re funny! Warm wishes sent your way. We have rain today…cool and gloomy (notice I didn’t say cold – although to me it is).
I love the idea of planting hope! Thank you , Melody!
Thanks Debbie! 🙂
how true! Hope is that green shoot from Faith’s root!
Nicely put, Deborah. Thanks!
AMEN, AMEN–I need to remember this.
A swift staple to the forehead works wonders – unless you’re one of those wussy post-it notes kind of gals…. 😀
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