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                                                                      Poetry | Mi Jardin / My Garden by Emma Rivera

                                                                       Mi Jardin


                                                                      Mi deleite es pasar las horas

                                                                      En mi jardin

                                                                      Pierdo la nocion del tiempo

                                                                      Observando las flores

                                                                      La grandeza de Dios esta reflejada en ellas

                                                                      No hay una que se parezca a la otra

                                                                      Sus colores se parecen al arco iris

                                                                      Es fascinante cuando tengo en mis manos

                                                                      Las semillas, desnudas y secas

                                                                      Mas a los pocos dias de plantados

                                                                      Salen erguidas con una nueva vida

                                                                      Prestas a dar su fruto

                                                                      Esto me trae a la memoria

                                                                      Cuando nuestro momento nos llegue

                                                                      Y nuestro cuerpo inerte sea enterrado

                                                                      Volveremos a resurgir

                                                                      Con un nuevo cuerpo revitalizado

                                                                      My Garden


                                                                      My delight is to pass the hours

                                                                      In my garden

                                                                      I lose all notion of time

                                                                      Observing the flowers

                                                                      The greatness of God is reflected in them

                                                                      There are no two alike

                                                                      Their colors resemble the rainbow

                                                                      How fascinating to hold in my hands

                                                                      The seeds, naked and dry

                                                                      Then a few days after sowing

                                                                      They spring forth stoutly with a new life

                                                                      Ready to yield their fruit

                                                                      This brings to mind

                                                                      When our season comes to an end

                                                                      And our lifeless body is buried

                                                                      We will reemerge

                                                                      With a new revitalized body


                                                                      Written by Emma Rivera who continues to live on in the hearts and minds of those who knew her.

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