Come to the Garden....series

 

Come to the Garden

An Invitation to Serenity

by JoAnna O'Keefe

 

 

 



Lord, I feel fragmented

Like a broken pot of clay.

I've lost my focus;

I've lost my way.

 

I've poured myself out.
I'm drained. I'm dry;

I sense a discontent

I can't identify.

I feel rootless

 

Like rolling tumbleweed,

Moving, moving, moving,

Dizzy, from the speed.

 

I feel like quitting.
I feel self-doubt.

I'm tired, Lord.

I'm worn out.

 

How can I integrate

My scattered thoughts,

My dreams?

How can I find balance,

Freedom from extremes?

 

How can I slow down?

How can I release?

There are so many pressures.
How can I find peace?

 

Quiet, quiet, quiet,

my child, be still.

Listen to your feelings.

Discipline your will.

 

Come to the Garden,

The secret place we share.

My essence is in the Garden;

Come to Me in Prayer.

 

Transcend worldly cares.

Seek the Kingdom first.
Peace lies within;

It is for Me you thirst.

 

Accept your limitations;
Embrace humility.
Here lies the path to wisdom

And to maturity.

Come to the Garden,

The soul's sweet bouquet.
The flowers of tomorrow

Are in the seeds of today.

 

Together we will weed.

Together we will sow.
Together we will water.
Together, you will grow.