This week I have visited three different places of worship.
My writing group meets at a Quaker Meeting House
The studios of the local radio programme with which I’m
involved are in a renovated Methodist Chapel
I attended the reading of the story of Esther for the
festival of Purim and the Sabbath service at my synagogue
But this poem which is on the wall of a garden in a nearby
park expresses which venue is my favourite when it comes to reflection and
contemplation:
The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
~Dorothy Frances Gurney, "Garden Thoughts"
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
~Dorothy Frances Gurney, "Garden Thoughts"
And this poem sums it up:
When overwhelmed
and stressed and unable to think,
I go out and garden, it's cheaper than a shrink.
~Author Unknown
I go out and garden, it's cheaper than a shrink.
~Author Unknown
What about you?