Something About Planting Season

The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof.Ps.24:1 What are you singing, asked my husband on Saturdayas he heard me humming while I worked in the flower garden...I thought for a moment and realized I was singing this stanza(to no fixed tune😅🎵)which often comes to mind while I putter in the garden, The kiss of the sun for pardon,The song of the birds for mirth,--One is nearer God's heart in a gardenThan anywhere else on earth... (full poem below post) Something about planting season overflows the heart with cheer... When the plow breaks dormant fallow and dust’s pungent incense spills... Something about green-spun bowers bursts the heart with happiness... Gardens, showcasing spring flowers, fuels worship’s epic ‘yes’ Something about lilac fragrance, enchanting warm winds of changeMakes us feel like God is granting good, old days naught can estrange... Something about planting season overflows the heart with cheerHope rekindles wearied/worried reason with fresh starts, year after yearAs the age-old call of duty/beauty hails from barren sweeps/deeps of sodToil is charged with awe for beauty/duty, cradled in the hand of God When the plow breaks dormant fallow and dust’s pungent incense spillsWhen the bough brandishes halos of blossom and leafy thrillsWhen, once more faith is the substance of seeds scattered to the earthJoy, akin to Eve of Christmas awes us with wonders of birth Something about green-spun bowers bursts the heart with happinessGardens, showcasing spring flowers, fuels worship’s epic ‘yes’Something about fresh-turned furrows fills us with humble contentPlanting season helps heal sorrows that we cannot circumvent Something about heavens laughing in blue hues beyond our kenFeels like angels autographing May afternoon with God’s penSomething about lilac fragrance, enchanting warm winds of changeMakes us feel like God is granting good, old days naught can estrange Makes us feel like God is giving earth glimpses of Heaven-ness Makes us believe man is living in love’s lap of faithfulness Makes us want to thirst and hunger for favors His love deploys/employsMakes us suddenly feel younger in a world of simpler joys Something about planting season overflows the heart with mirthSomething in the air is teasing graves with melodies of birthSomething about spring's apparel puts a smile upon the facePink and yellow, green and purple masterpieces of God's grace *Something about, when yon cloud tips like a big, watering canMakes us marvel, like the Psalmist and echo awe's, ?'Something about labor halted, grants us opportunityTo be sure God is exalted above likes of you and me Something about planting season sings of God’s mercies renewedEarth is gaping with remission, kindling hymns of gratitudeSeed is throbbing with provision; miracles infuse the sodSomething about planting season draws us to the heart of God © Janet Martin Something about, when yon cloud tips like a big, watering canMakes us marvel, like the Psalmist and echo awe's, 'what is man?' * I thought the poem was complete then a good, old thunderstorm rolled throughinspiring one more, the second last stanza. (my apologies to those who prefer a quick read)😅💓 ..and below is the poem mentioned at the beginning of this post: God's Garden THE Lord God planted a gardenIn the first white days of the world,And He set there an angel wardenIn a garment of light enfurled. So near to the peace of Heaven,That the hawk might nest with the wren,For there in the cool of the evenGod walked with the first of men. And I dream that these garden-closesWith their shade and their sun-flecked sodAnd their lilies and bowers of roses,Were laid by the hand of God. The kiss of the sun for pardon,The song of the birds for mirth,--One is nearer God's heart in a gardenThan anywhere else on earth. For He broke it for us in a gardenUnder the olive-treesWhere the angel of strength was the wardenAnd the soul of the world found ease. Dorothy Frances Gurney