A Little Like a Garden...

My sister gave me the book Romance in the Garden by John H. Tobe

 in June for my birthday.

I began reading it recently and am not too far along yet but already totally in love with it 

because of little chapters like the one below

This soil we till where want and will

Bequeaths hope’s hearty toil

Yields far more than the crops we plan

As we gather its spoil

Sweat of the brow, push of the plow

‘Neath summer’s sprawling hue

Begets far more than gifted snore

When workaday is through

In the employ of grief and joy’s

Incumbent aftermath

We pause awhile to smile and smile

At blooms along the path

And in the wake of give and take

We come to realize

The trophy of a work worn glove

Makes more beloved the prize

For there we heard the singing bird

While bending to the task

And as we knelt, ah, there we felt

God close enough to ask

And there we learned respect is earned

This no one can demand

And there we find few things as kind

As that of helping hand

…or how the thrill of the downhill

Is not without the climb

and what we choose midst dreams and dues

Becomes how we spend time

How moments spill a plot we till

With what none can uproot

From One who grants far more than plants

As seed unfurls its fruit

© Janet Martin

 Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; 

for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap.

 Galatians 6:7