Have you been smitten by the Hydrangea-Love that seems to be overtaking many gardeners? I know I have, but living here in a cold hilly pocket close to Wisconsin lakes, it takes a gamble to risk most varieties. I wrote about my sweet neighbor and the hydrangeas in her Secret Garden here,
Here in my own garden I grow the native variety,
So, naturally, my thoughts have been
floating around that word “pruning.”
Will I find a day
with sufficient strength
to be able to prune my hydrangeas this year?
And even more importantly, will I allow
the gentle hand of my Master Gardener
to take his tools
and prune away the parts of my life
that He knows need grooming?
The Gardener Must Prune
Early spring sun glows
Time to prune dead wood, purge, clean
Open space for fresh
Sometimes when I am trimming my plants,
I imagine I can hear their whimpers
as I cut away the old,
and strip out the broken branches.
Other times I think I can hear
as I remove an errant branch
that was causing the whole plant
to be misshapen.
What does my Lord hear
as He removes, and shapes,
and prunes my life?
A cry . . .
A whimper . . .
Or a sigh of acceptance
as a way is cleared
for the new to come.
“He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.“
John 15:2 NIV
This #Haiku #Poetry is part of the challenge offered by Ronovan Hester at his site: Ronovan Writes,
where the prompts given this week are “Spring&Fresh.”
Pop over for a visit to read so many great Haiku this week!