The forsaken garden

The mulberry tree has gone,
and the swing where I swung,
and the smooth green lawns that I knew
when the years were young.

I could be sad,
I could be low as a drain
here in this sodden garden,
standing here in the rain:

and yet, wherever I look
there is new life sprouting
splendidly, rampantly up
with fresh flowers shouting

praise to their God, whose Life
can ever be seen
in the rose's perennial bloom
and the constant green.

Yes, I can clearly see
as I stand in the weeds,
that the flowers of yesteryear
left promising seeds.

The Michaelmas daisies soar,
the hollyhocks thrive;
in this seemingly derelict place
life is alive.

Here is the lesson learned,
the truth proved true:
you cannot keep God and His good
from blossoming through.

Virginia Thesiger

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Testimony of Healing
During the summer between my junior and senior years...
February 19, 1990

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