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Come To The Garden:
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 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; and
TOGETHER you will grow.
JoAnna O'Keefe
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