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Linking with Poetry Jam for the "Thirst" prompt.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. ~Emily Dickinson
I am wilted and parched in places
that the sun and man shall never see
in my heart's garden of utter regrets
that grow wild on the plenty of complacency.
Pick the roses step on the orchids
pull the weeds if you dare,
but please God water the deepest roots
before my outer foliage becomes bare.
People and plants both must have water to live and in many ways are very much alike. If you nurture the roots, the outer foliage is always more lovely. The same is true for a human heart. If you feed the soul with the fruits of the spirit, then the evidence is always seen on the outside as well. What goes in has a way of bearing witness on the outside as well. We can hide many faults within our outer armor, but some things just cannot be hidden. We can starve the soul for a while but sooner or later the malnourishment is visible for the world to see. The different is that the garden relies on man to feed its fold, and man relies on God. Yet there is still another difference; God allows us the choice to accept Him or deny Him. He is the soul's watering can, but only we can choose to pour it in.
that the sun and man shall never see
in my heart's garden of utter regrets
that grow wild on the plenty of complacency.
Pick the roses step on the orchids
pull the weeds if you dare,
but please God water the deepest roots
before my outer foliage becomes bare.
People and plants both must have water to live and in many ways are very much alike. If you nurture the roots, the outer foliage is always more lovely. The same is true for a human heart. If you feed the soul with the fruits of the spirit, then the evidence is always seen on the outside as well. What goes in has a way of bearing witness on the outside as well. We can hide many faults within our outer armor, but some things just cannot be hidden. We can starve the soul for a while but sooner or later the malnourishment is visible for the world to see. The different is that the garden relies on man to feed its fold, and man relies on God. Yet there is still another difference; God allows us the choice to accept Him or deny Him. He is the soul's watering can, but only we can choose to pour it in.
I like this, Carrie. We depend on God to water the deepest roots indeed. He is the only one who can. Always so good to see you in Poetry Jam. Your presence makes me smile, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your analogy. We are indeed like plants and need a gardner but I also believe that unlike plants we have the choice to accept or refuse the water.
ReplyDeletepretty strong prayer in that last line...all the exterior...we can keep that pretty nice...but those deep places...only god can touch...
ReplyDeleteI don't knot which i luv best: your image, poem or chat, oh well enjoyed my visit immensely
ReplyDeleteOh and thank you for stopping over at my blog
Much love...
Wonderful write. I enjoyed reading this very much.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful and true... thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteLots of truth in your poem Carrie. There are things only God and ourselves know. My prayer is with yours that He would pull the weeds and water the roots that rely on Him.
ReplyDeleteAnd it is a choice we must affirm every day ~ Thanks for the lovely message ~
ReplyDeleteI love how you intertwine nature and the soul, perfect in every aspect!
ReplyDeleteHe knows how to tend His garden...a lovely write :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and wise.
ReplyDeleteWater the deepest roots, the well of life, great words and full of life
ReplyDeletewisdom and beauty!
ReplyDeleteSo true and beautiful in your delivery.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully described the thirst of water! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteCarrie, a beautiful and deep poem. Quite a profound take on the prompt. Nicely done :-)
ReplyDeleteA delightful and very deep write, Carrie. I really liked the comparison plant-human you did. Indeed we need to be watered so we can bloom. I loved this!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post Carrie. Love the picture and poem and quote by Emily D. And your message - right on true. Wishing you an amazing Thursday!!!!
ReplyDeleteSo gorgeous and spiritual poem. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteThe first two lines itself blew me away :
"I am wilted and parched in places
that the sun and man shall never see"
Wow...
I loved your message.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Thanks Carrie.