PRISCILLA’ S PLACE is a residential treatment center for women and this poem was written for all the ladies there, both residents and staff.
Priscilla’s Place where change begins
Not change merely visible
But change within.
Like a plant that flowers
Right before your eyes.
Like a robin egg hatching
Into a bird that flies.
Flowers are regal, steadfast and strong
Standing tall when the sun beats down,
Genuflecting to the storms that last all night long.
We’re all like flowers
Made by the great flower maker,
Empowered and nurtured by His loving showers.
But there are weeds all around us
A result of the fall,
Some masquerading as flowers
To corrupt us all.
Priscilla’s Place is the garden
Where we identify our weeds,
See their real purpose
And how we’ve been deceived.
Giving us the tools to remove ’em,
Helping us pull ’em out;
Planting bulbs in their place,
Imbued with hope, not doubt.
Bulbs planted and nurtured
That take root and grow;
Soon glowing in God’s light,
Letting life’s storms come and go.
The key to growing,
Is the garden we choose.
Choose the one growing flowers,
Not weeds predestined to lose.
And trusting the Gardener,
He’s sovereign, we’re not.
Growing daily and blooming, each flower unique,
So amazed and thankful not a weed in the plot.
Some roses, some tulips and honeysuckle so sweet.
Thankful the Gardner created us
And made us His master piece.