A Poem Was Planted

One bright fall day; I planted a seed;
a seed that sprang from my thought;
created within, because of my need;
a solution to bring all that ought.

I knew not, what it would come to be;
this particle of energy in hand;
somehow I knew it would be part me;
once it was planted in fertile land.

This seed; my beginning; a word;
in the fullness of time,  a sprout;
as it grew; its passions; stirred;
pages of God’s book; turned inside out.

The seed I planted; full grown, a plant;
with the beauty of God in it’s flowers;
then I realized I’d been given a grant;
to create more of His living showers.

I planted more seeds; completing a garden;
all my thoughts and words took their place;
for I became obsessed for his pardon;
and then in His Love’s embrace.

That garden I planted; became a book;
thoughts, to words; and then to life;
I became aware of what it took;
it was Love He wanted; not strife.

Love was the rain with which we are blessed;
and we’re meant to give till its gone;
with all His beauty we become obsessed;
loving flowers of His poem live on.