A Gardener’s Prayer

Mamaw’s Hibiscus

Lord, make me like the hibiscus

That opens daily for the sun

And closes its blooms every night

When no growing can be done.

Lord, make me like the roses

That protect their blooms with barbs

Making sure their vibrant flowers

Are safe from things that harm.

Lord, make me like the clematis

Climbing—reaching for the sun

Eagerly leaping up the trellis

Until its growing days are done.

Lord, make me like the chrysanthemum

That flowers late in the year

Bringing color to the darkening days

When the winter sleep draws near.

Lord, make me like the pine tree

Tall, strong, evergreen.

It weathers winter’s coldest days

Waiting calmly for the spring.

Lord, make me like the daffodil

The first to rise and take a breath

Joyfully lifting its yellow head

After winter’s temporary death.

Lord, plant me within your garden wall

Prune away my withered leaves

Give me your fresh life-giving water

Warm sun, good soil, cool breeze.

Nourish me gently and let me forever be

Your little flower among great trees.

7/20/25