This little poem was written a few years ago while working, of course, in the garden!
Tiny plants push their way through the earth,
Turning their faces to the light.
Dangers surround them from their birth;
The killing frosts and deadly blight.
Yet ever onward do they grow,
Reaching up with all their heart.
Whether food or flower they know
They must not shrink, but do their part.
Lord, help us all to do as they,
When facing turmoil, grief, or strife.
Let us confidently say,
"I will grow each day of life!"
~M. J. Graham