Poem December 22, 1986 Issue

The husbandman

Elna W. Hull

Love tends the garden of my mind
to bring to fruit still fragile buds
of faith, and charity that nods
gently to Spirit's gentle wind.

Love nudges out sin's noxious weeds,
which boast a false dominion there;
sees that no gate is left ajar
inviting predatory raids.

Love nurtures every sprig of hope
tending toward light; prunes away
aims threatening to reach awry,
that thought be trimmed to beauty's shape.

Love is a patient husbandman,
who works serenely to unfold
the vision, to my eyes yet veiled,
of man, His image and design.

Elna W. Hull

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