Poetry | Mi Jardin / My Garden by Emma Rivera
Mi JardinMi 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 GardenMy 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.
