Sunday, April 25, 2010
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We do not remember days...
We remember moments.
(Cesare Pavese)
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"An hour in the garden puts life's problems into perspective."
Some say I am confined to wheelchairBut I don’t think they know
That though my body is affected I still am on the go.
I go to visit those I love
And walk to market place;
I tread the woods until it rains
And then the rainbow trace.
Of course my body cannot always go
For it’s been restricted for days,
But who would say paralysis confines
A soul and mind that dreams and prays?
Although my body sometimes lets me down
Through days of darkest night,
My spirit soars on wings of prayer
And moves with speed of light.
In dreams and prayer I visit those I love;
Great is the gift of prayer;
And when my thoughts are beamed toward you
You’ll sense my presence there.
-Borrowed
Marilyn,
ReplyDeleteSeems God has blessed me too by having you stop by my blog today and leave your comment. Thank you. You know how us bloggers like to have visitors that let us know they are visiting. I was reminded, once again, from reading your profile ( sounds criminal, doesn't it--- our profiles?!) we are all living our lives and growing through our own personal challenges. My heart and mind are in awe of what you survived. Your flowers are beautiful. I especially enjoyed seeing your beautiful Iris. My very favorite Aunt Loree had a beautiful Iris garden. She lived in S.C. and it seems there is just something about those Southern gardens --- I am sure it has something to do with the Southern women tending them. They tend to be beautiful people growing beautiful flowers. Tender thoughts-CeCe
Is that "Old Fashioned Climber" some form of Climatus? Tom
ReplyDeleteSomeone please interpret the above comment.
ReplyDeleteNo, Tom. That old fashioned climber is a rose.
ReplyDeleteStunning roses. I love to visit your gardens. You have so many pretties.
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