Poetry Sunday-The Garden of Life

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Garden of Life

 

 

I fell upon the garden of life

and it sang to me a joyous song,

Beckoning me ever forward

onto a path along a crumbling wall.

 

 

And I sat and contemplated

the flow and rhythm,

While the trees held me tight

and the grasses gave me rest.

 

 

As I awoke born anew

of a seed with similar leaf and stem,

Now I bloom a more brilliant flower

that cannot fade or wither.

 

 

I am strength, I am hope, I am joy.

I am the garden of life.

 

 

© Donna Donabella 2015

 

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I wrote this poem as I was contemplating mid-life and mortality.  As I watch my mother age and lose more of her independence mortality comes painfully close.  So I continue to cling tightly to life and living my life to its fullest.  And I find my greatest strength, solace and inspiration in my own garden….my garden of life.

 

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  

 

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

 

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Special Note:  The echinacea that grows in my garden of life (pictured here) represents strength.

 

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I leave you with a few words about feeling reborn.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

82 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-The Garden of Life”

  1. I agree. Live life to the fullest. Your mother’s life taught you a good lesson. Important to enjoy that garden of life to the fullest extent…..and not wait for some tomorrow, which may never arrive! Beautiful flower photos, Donna.

  2. Having been a gardener comfortable in my own garden how beautiful it was to read this and compare ourselves to a garden as well.

  3. I love the assuredness and certainty – and joy in this piece – acceptance perhaps too? I think that is maybe a bonus of getting older…

  4. Beautiful images of your spring garden, Donna, a patch of vitality and renewal. Without nourishment, it will not grow. Water and sunlight will see to that, but only TLC will make it prosper. Food and shelter keep us alive, but it’s love that allows us to thrive.

    Poppy

  5. I like how your poem can be read both literally and metaphorically. As a reader I found this walk in the garden with you to be refreshing and invigorating.

  6. Donna,

    My visit to your poem, has been so uplifting and enjoyable. Not only the beautiful blooms, but the positivity of the writer. It was obvious to see, as the reader.

    Eileen

  7. I didn’t realize those favorites of mine are symbols of strength.
    I love that! Truly some of the sweetest blossoms I know.
    So hard to deal with the changes with your mom…..makes
    life seem like the brief breath that it is.
    Love and tenderness as you roll with the changes,
    dear Donna….I love that you share your journey
    and beautiful words and images with us. Thank you,
    Jennifer

  8. Good Morning, Donna! What a lovely poem.. And I love your beautiful images and flowers.. Have a happy day and new week ahead!

  9. So, so beautiful what you say here. My mother’s aging also made me confront my own mortality. Like you, I am living my garden though it’s sometimes hard to accept all the wilting flowers in it.

  10. You know you’ve written a poem that has touched a reader’s heart when they scroll down to comment and forgot to even look at the photos. Loved these words Donna, and I have gone back to see you shared coneflowers, a favourite butterfly flower.
    Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday.

  11. love the image of trees holding you tight… there’s something so utterly comforting about that thought… sigh… i need and spend some time in the forest again…

  12. Your mosaic is beautiful. And I love that you put some of your poem on the flower photo. I would love to try that. Enjoy your week. The flowers are blooming everywhere for Spring! Enjoy!!! Hugs, Diane

  13. another inspirational poem Donna. Falling is never a bad thing, in fact once you embrace it. You’ll grow strong – like a flowering tree 🙂

  14. Lovely poem, Donna, it speaks to the cry of my heart, and indeed all of creation, waiting eagerly for the redemption of our temporal bodies into celestial glorious bodies someday. I’ve lost all my older generation, I am the older generation now, but when I look in the mirror at my wrinkles it makes me long for my eternal heavenly home. Your echinacea photos are lovely too.

  15. I always feel such a sense of your strength and vulnerability and here it is beautifully expressed through your talent for plants and creativity. This has to be your personal special flower Donna!!

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