The Gardener

The Gardener tills the earth with care,
Supplying soil's needs.
He waters and creates the beds,
Preparing for the seeds.

Then when conditions are just right,
Again He walks His rows
And plants each seed with loving care.
He know where each one goes.

Then with the passing of each day,
He cultivates the earth;
Protecting seeds from weeds that grow,
While adding to their worth.

As seedlings sprout, the Gardener smiles
(So pleased to see them grow);
Then nurtures he, much closer now,
Each plant He comes to know.

Then later, with his awesome care,
The season turns to fall.
And while some seeds have grown so strong,
Some seeds grew not al all.

Then harvest comes. The Gardener is pleased
With fruits the strong have grown.
He sets aside the seeds of fruit
Next season will be sewn.

We are the seeds the Gardener sows,
He plants with care and love.
You see, the Gardener really is
Our Father up above.

 Copyright James O'Brien
        Poet@bak.rr.com