Whispers of the Heart's Garden #483*

Whispers of the Heart's Garden (Gardens of the Soul: Reflecting on the Nature Within) In dawn's soft whisper, light caresses earth, A parable unfolds, of trees, of worth. Luke's ancient words, a guide through tangled wood, Where good and evil's essence, understood. A garden stands, where trees reach for the skies, Each fruit they bear, a truth that never lies. The good tree nurtures sweetness in its hold, While shadows cast by others grow fruits cold. This simple truth, a lesson life imparts, From the essence of the tree, the fruit starts. Look beyond the surface, deep, where roots entwine, In every fruit, the tree's tale, a design. Our lives, these gardens, lush or stark in hue, Reflect the hearts from which our actions grew. Are we the bearers of love's sweet fruits, or do Thorns and brambles our gardens subdue? In light and shadow's eternal dance, Every tree by its fruit gets its chance. A challenge whispers through the passage old: Cultivate good fruits, let their stories unfold. Journey through the gardens we create, Discerning our fruits, our essence, our fate. Plant seeds of goodness, water with care, In harvests of purity, let us share. A prose turned poem, from ancient wisdom's light, Invites to ponder, nurture, and make right. Together in this tapestry of life, Weave patterns rich with love, devoid of strife. For in the end, it's not just fruit we seek, But the nature of the tree, unique, yet meek. In gardens of our souls, let's cultivate, A world of good fruits, open the gate. Shared warmly, from heart to heart, in hope, For gardens of the soul, with evil's scope. May we all flourish, in goodness grow, In Gardens of the Soul, where true natures show. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 6, 2024)