Poem July 29, 1933 Issue

My Garden

ANNE H. BROGAN

My consciousness a garden is,
Wherein the seeds of Love are growing;
Where opening buds of promise sweet
Grow full and free, in beauty blowing.

Deep founts of Life my garden has,
From which immortal streams are spraying;
Whose living waters strongly flow
From heavenly source, God's will obeying.

Rich soil of truth my garden has,
Where roots strike deep for plenteous bearing;
That garnered harvests may bestow
Their ripened fruits for friendly sharing.

A lovely garden, this of mine,
God's gift to me for daily tending,
Where loving thoughts forever bloom,
His perfect thoughts, all heaven blending.

A priceless gift of Father-love—
True consciousness with beauty glowing—
This gracious garden, wide and free,
Which blooms and bears past human knowing.

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