The Hand of God Is Green

Wrote a poem today. For all plant lovers everywhere, but especially for those who tend their plants with such love and care.

The Hand of God Is Green 

(aka God's Favourite Colour Is Green)

The Hand of God is green, I believe, 

But not with envy, bile or strife,

All around I see green in every leaf,

Evidence of creation, signs of life.

Trees tall with trunks so sturdy, 

Wearing crowns shimmering in the sun, 

Variations of green, bright and shady,

Fragile shoots when life had begun. 

Two tiny leaves on a threadlike spine, 

Breaking free from a hope filled seed,

Comes a show of God's Hand divine,

Both to delight his people, and to feed. 

We plant, harvest, consume our greens, 

We tend gardens our souls to nurture,

Prayerfully, the plant lover's heart sings,

A new song he's heard sung by nature.

Gifts of the sun, the rain, the soil,

Freely given by the Hand of God,

We blossom but we do not toil,

We are from, and return to the sod. 

What is man's life but like a stem of grass, 

Blown which way by the breeze,

A flower that blooms and does not last, 

A plant dying slowly in winter's freeze. 

The Hand of God is green, I know, 

In this world, and the world to be,

He makes creation to thrive and grow,

Life, hope, beauty, for eternity. 

Thanks for reading,

Pav

08/10/21

Ps. Pix of views from my bedroom. Scenes of greens, all around me. I love green.