Let Me Be Your Garden

Take me not as the prize rose, a symbol of your brilliant collection.
For once cut I wilt and die. But, let me be your garden, take me with my many imperfect weeds.
 Tend to me, nurture me, adore me, and I will show you great splendor.
 Take me as your garden; show me the care and the devotion of love.
And I will be your paradise.
Let me be your garden.
Show me the tenderness of your touch as it molds my beauty allowing me to grow.
Let me be your garden your peace, your sweetness, your retreat.
Mirror Image of Me Sometimes I find myself feeling like a duck in the desert; drowning in a mirage of sandy people, thirsty for a drop of rain.
 Like a birthday candle in a dark abyss, surrounded by nothiningness; its light, little as it may be, still shines.
Like a star sparkling in the deep of night, bright and brilliant, but no more destinguishable than any other.
he Helper Even in our darkest hour, upon which when we have no power, when things seem dull and gray and there seems that there is no way, we need not fear for He is near.
 Always there to show the way, leading us yet to another day.
WELL AGAIN I DON'T WIRTE IN ENGLISH BUT I'M PROUD TO SHARE THIS.  Beth