Sweet fragrant smells fill the air,
Colors blooming everywhere,
Life calls out for all to see,
The splendor of His majesty.
Walk slowly through the garden gates,
For among your steps His beauty waits,
Behold all that He has given you,
Wonders dressed in every hue.
Look not upon the thorns and weeds,
But see the greatness of His seeds,
Planted in the heart of man
Grown according to His plan.
Reap the harvest of His world,
As each new day becomes unfurled.
Each brilliant bloom, every tiny grain,
Are the people and places, the joy and the pain.
©2007 Virginia Donahue