The Master Gardener

Like shimmering heat
in sunshine’s streams,
like a cloud of dew
in harvest’s heat;

From His dwelling place,
the Lord observes;
Quietly resting,,
His eyes see all.

Then, before harvest,
as blossoms fall:
Flowers slow turn to
ripening grapes –

The Master Gard’ner
prunes ev’ry vine:
Training their branches
to bear good fruit.

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, and inspired by the words (although not the original message) of the bible’s book of Isaiah, Chapter 18, verses 4-5

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One comment

  1. What a lovely expression of one of Jesus Christ’s metaphors. I especially like the alternating 5-4 syllable count in the four-line stanzas. Is this related to the original reference of the inspiration from Isaiah 18: 4-5? Whether the piece was planned with this in mind or not, it is wonderfully executed. Thanks for sharing. Thanks also for the recent like.

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