April 4, 2014 "How Does Your Garden Grow?" by Anna Findley

Our faith is like a garden

Where once planted it may grow.

Where with water and compassion

We may reap what has been sowed.

All faith-gardens are unique.

Some are planted in neat rows.

My faith-garden is chaotic,

No straight line or pattern shows.

The neatly planted garden

With intention demarcates

The right and wrong selection;

Each plant goes in its place.

My faith-garden is anarchic,

No plan apparent to the eyes,

The weeds and flowers so entangled

No easy answer to the why’s.

Howe’er we keep our faithly-garden,

In narrow rows or wild with weeds,

There’s but one thing that matters-

First you have to plant the seed.