Poems by Sylvia Stults

Help me design my garden of life
Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities.

Make me a path that curves around trees
Of stepping stone, wood chip, and moss
Varying in array of colors
Causing one's mind to venture in thought.

Make me a garden so rich in hue
That the sun will fight not to set,
Where merely viewing its beauty
All differences one will forget.

Make me a garden like people of the world,
All different in culture and view,
Contributing to the person I am
Without your prejudicial few.

A garden of only one color, it seems
Would be dull and so very alone.
I want my garden of life to be filled
With every color known.

Lord, where you lead, I will follow
Unafraid, of what lies ahead
I pray, in Word, for discernment
With a heart, burdened, heavy led

It's a pull, of which, I've never felt
Doors opening, likewise, the same
No logic, rhyme, nor reason
As if, you're outwardly calling my name

I walked through the gates that are narrow
Witnessing, obstacles fading away
Nothing can stop the power of God
In life's challenges, come what may

And once at my destination
Humbling hit the soul
With respect and pure intentions
It's to God I do extol

Like the birds that soar the ocean
And the whales that breach the sea
God navigates and communicates
To all humanity

All you have to do is but listen